Might put a badass man in a kaleidoscope
Pie took a lighter full of jam in a right-a-rope
Tight with a knife and a van sit in my-a-lope
And tie a night of sneaky underpants in a jldalope
Time for a stan man take it in a lighter dope
And let her teeter-totter on a model with a mighty Pope
Pair a pair of sneakers underneath a beat a-bleacher
Take a check and make a method
Make a tac and take a second
Ah!
Letter with a measure of pan
I put a piece of mini monkey in a letter and ran
He might have seen a really billy nilly yummy in 'nam
And if a vinny wanna get me I could make it a plan
What!
Get to papa
I gotta see if you and mama
And if he play it safe in the mind all day
To the mouse and get a chicken in a regular way
What!
My, mister My-Moe
Pat a pot of bibles
I testify that a cry lets a guy go
Tie fits a nice in a vice with a sigh so
Setta-setta tippy-tippy listen baby
Let's get it
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
But I could never be a little Michelin Man
Who wants a putty and a simple bit of sticker
And then the pretty kitty sitting on a fit of Dizzer Dizam
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
And I get a little with a similar can
'Cause I could never be a poppy with a fritter in hand
So pay for Iphansaca's
Land ho over in the morning, over in the morn'
Tone is a message of a croan's own groaning
Put my face in a new place
Lace it with a lazy dog
Put it in a universal meter maid
Pop my pocket like it pit a bit of socket
Versa versa missing animals and mayor ladies
Knocking on heaven's door
Heaven's door
Heaven's door
Heaven's door
My, mister My-Moe
Pat a pot of bibles
I testify that a cry lets a guy go
(When the bombs go off the Americans will finally throw their money away)
Tie fits a nice in a vice with a sigh so
Setta-setta tippy-tippy listen baby
Let's get it
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
Is it so passé to be a little upset about the way things are? No
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
We were so alone and then we saw God standing in the sky with a sign, baby
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
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Might put a badass man in a kaleidoscope
Pie took a lighter full of jam in a right-a-rope
Tight with a knife and a van sit in my-a-lope
And tie a night of sneaky underpants in a jldalope
Time for a stan man take it in a lighter dope
And let her teeter-totter on a model with a mighty Pope
Pair a pair of sneakers underneath a beat a-bleacher
Take a check and make a method
Make a tac and take a second
Ah!
Letter with a measure of pan
I put a piece of mini monkey in a letter and ran
He might have seen a really billy nilly yummy in 'nam
And if a vinny wanna get me I could make it a plan
What!
Get to papa
I gotta see if you and mama
And if he play it safe in the mind all day
To the mouse and get a chicken in a regular way
What!
My, mister My-Moe
Pat a pot of bibles
I testify that a cry lets a guy go
Tie fits a nice in a vice with a sigh so
Setta-setta tippy-tippy listen baby
Let's get it
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
But I could never be a little Michelin Man
Who wants a putty and a simple bit of sticker
And then the pretty kitty sitting on a fit of Dizzer Dizam
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
And I get a little with a similar can
'Cause I could never be a poppy with a fritter in hand
So pay for Iphansaca's
Land ho over in the morning, over in the morn'
Tone is a message of a croan's own groaning
Put my face in a new place
Lace it with a lazy dog
Put it in a universal meter maid
Pop my pocket like it pit a bit of socket
Versa versa missing animals and mayor ladies
Knocking on heaven's door
Heaven's door
Heaven's door
Heaven's door
My, mister My-Moe
Pat a pot of bibles
I testify that a cry lets a guy go
(When the bombs go off the Americans will finally throw their money away)
Tie fits a nice in a vice with a sigh so
Setta-setta tippy-tippy listen baby
Let's get it
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
Is it so passé to be a little upset about the way things are? No
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
We were so alone and then we saw God standing in the sky with a sign, baby
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
Pie took a lighter full of jam in a right-a-rope
Tight with a knife and a van sit in my-a-lope
And tie a night of sneaky underpants in a jldalope
Time for a stan man take it in a lighter dope
And let her teeter-totter on a model with a mighty Pope
Pair a pair of sneakers underneath a beat a-bleacher
Take a check and make a method
Make a tac and take a second
Ah!
Letter with a measure of pan
I put a piece of mini monkey in a letter and ran
He might have seen a really billy nilly yummy in 'nam
And if a vinny wanna get me I could make it a plan
What!
Get to papa
I gotta see if you and mama
And if he play it safe in the mind all day
To the mouse and get a chicken in a regular way
What!
My, mister My-Moe
Pat a pot of bibles
I testify that a cry lets a guy go
Tie fits a nice in a vice with a sigh so
Setta-setta tippy-tippy listen baby
Let's get it
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
But I could never be a little Michelin Man
Who wants a putty and a simple bit of sticker
And then the pretty kitty sitting on a fit of Dizzer Dizam
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
And I get a little with a similar can
'Cause I could never be a poppy with a fritter in hand
So pay for Iphansaca's
Land ho over in the morning, over in the morn'
Tone is a message of a croan's own groaning
Put my face in a new place
Lace it with a lazy dog
Put it in a universal meter maid
Pop my pocket like it pit a bit of socket
Versa versa missing animals and mayor ladies
Knocking on heaven's door
Heaven's door
Heaven's door
Heaven's door
My, mister My-Moe
Pat a pot of bibles
I testify that a cry lets a guy go
(When the bombs go off the Americans will finally throw their money away)
Tie fits a nice in a vice with a sigh so
Setta-setta tippy-tippy listen baby
Let's get it
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
Is it so passé to be a little upset about the way things are? No
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
We were so alone and then we saw God standing in the sky with a sign, baby
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
Writer: Andy Rowell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid