Kudu - Bar Star текст песни

Текст песни Bar Star - Kudu



He got a rhinestone rocket ship and disco balls
Leaves glitter on the shitter when duty calls
What's cookin' good lookin'
No he ain't shy, down in your kitchen
Finger-lickin' in your hot pink pie
He's a bar star baby
How do we harness his energy
He's a bar star baby
Shine your light on me
Beneath the bar is a love bazaar
And at the center of the action
You will find the bar star
Got those planets in orbit
Some near, some far
Got those bodies in motion 'round and 'round
The bar star
In elliptical patterns hang onto your pride
It's a cosmic wonder how they never collide
He's a bar star baby
He's the king, king, king of the party scene
Lipstick stains all over his jeans
He's the bar star baby 'til it all implodes
Watch out gir, l you're headed for a black hole
Aah, super cool, super cool, super cool
Dancin' fool, dancin' fool
Aha push it in the bathroom
Aha push it, in the basement, aha push it
Don't come too soon, aha push it
She's your replacment
Workin' hard, sweatin' hard, go back to the bar
You don't have to pay, you got the part got the part
Don't they know who you are?
Oh fuck it, go find some cocaine
Did he shine his light on you tonight?
No, 'cause he's a bar star baby
A gilded ray straight through your atmosphere
A barstar baby, go on girl mix it with a salty tear
He's a bar star baby, he's a bar star baby
Didn't you know?
He's all about chasing that rainbow
Big Apple
Did you ever wonder why they call it the Big Apple?
Why, they invite, you to take a bite
You, ought to know by now
It all began with Eve
Not so far back in history
Alluring Evelyn came in late 1803
And started a temple of love on 142 Bond St
And it branched from there
This naughty apple tree
Its roots took hold
In this decadent city
Sex, sex, politics dirty deeds, dirty tricks
Sex, sex, politics, NYC needs a fix
Ho, hey, an apple a day
The Cortland marketing board tried to tuck it away
My, my, American as apple pie
If you believe all that, you believe in a lie
Its the biggest tree covered in golden leaves
You might be surprised at how far the branches reach
Have you been put on earth to take a bite
To feed your need from the tree of life?
Than come to the Big Apple and stay for a while



Авторы: Sylvia Gordon


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