paroles de chanson
Perfect
hair
to
the
second
power
of
forever
Ask
him
do
he
need
it?
Hells
yeah,
now
or
never
On
a
mission
with
friends
of
fair
weather
Sooner
the
better,
off
to
Mt.
Tuna
Wear
your
leather
prepared
sweater
And
watch
out
for
Catman
my
brothers
He
keep
his
strand
slicked
back
like
Scatman
Caruthers
A
balding
boy,
sound
like
Janeane
Garofalo
Fiend
for
a
sloppy
fro,
who
seen
the
evil
Coiffio?
Not
me
yo,
I'm
leavin,
I'm
gone
Even
if
him
got
them
bomb
weavin'
Kalikelon
No
more
or
less
stress
than
your
old
boss
The
tears
burn
your
eyes
less
than
fresh
S-curls
sores
And
Brenda,
the
best
girl
lost
Uncle
grandfather
bare
chest
was
pearl
gloss
Earl
tossed,
there
goes
a
whole
tray
of
hamburgers
Villain
'til
they
old
and
gray
like
olden
day
scam
workers
Circa
one
nine
seventy-one
On
the
mic
machine
it
seems
his
work
will
never
be
done
He
seeks
the
ninth
level
of
power
But
weak
geek
might
freak
it
in
another
hour
Or
so,
they
call
the
fool
retarded
hair
guy
In
school
you
could
spot
it
when
he
nodded
here,
why?
I
think
his
true
name
was
Gerald
The
toupee,
the
male
pattern
anime
herald
A
good
laugh
like
the
walk
to
the
bank
Not
the
plank,
talk
to
the
hand
and
the
hot
frank
dog
Danger
Doom
it's
Master
Shake,
hey
buddy
Ah,
did
you
get
those
e-mails
I
sent?
Umm,
I'm
still
waitin
to
hear
from
you
I,
I
think
maybe
you're,
maybe
you're
in
the
shower
Do
you,
are
you
in
the
shower?
Okay
But
I'm
still,
totally,
I
got
some
other
stuff
Uhh,
but
I'm,
I
am
committed
more
to
doing
yours
So,
if
you
can
let
me
know
today
That'd,
uhh,
that'll
be
great,
okay?
Just,
just
gimme
a
call
and
fa-for
the
schnizzle
For
to
do
the
rap
pizzle
And
again
I'm
really
sorry
about
that
other
one
The
call,
Meatwad
sucks
Okay,
call
me
back
dog
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