Sandler Adam lyrics
Sandler Adam lyrics
"Dancin' And Pantsin' Lyrics"
Zenith Lyrics
Is there something you feel? Is there something you furtively know? Under the spell of science, Can we declare? Can we allow ourselves to experience? Can we be open-minded enough? Won't we fear what we cannot defy? Do we need to declare? Break the force of habit!
When I was a young man
I didn't like to dance
I was shy
I'd stand against the wall all night
I'd never take a chance
So afraid
I wouldn't get on that dance floor
Unless I was really drunk
10 shots
But I found a place where the stars hang out
And they taught me how to funk
Real nasty
It ain't too far away
It's just on the edge of town
Nearby
But be ready when you get there
'Cause these folks don't fuck around
You can
Rub your belly with Liza Minelli
Covered in jelly, you're gonna rub your belly
Jiggle your droopy balls with singin' Lou
Bounce off the walls, then jiggle them droopy balls
Grind your hips with the blond guy from CHIPS
Lick your lips
Stroke it clean with Martin Sheen
It's fucking obscene
Clench your ass-cheeks tight with sexy grandma Betty White
You'll see the light when your sphincter's tight
If you don't know how to move
Just feel the groove
And dance
Like you just shit your pants
Spin like a little girl
With cross-dressing Milton Berle
Just give it a whirl, pretend you're a little girl
Wave that juicy weeno with legendary Al Pacino
Wave your weeno, even more obsceno
Knock back a
Do the hustle with seven-footer Billy Russell
Do the fucking hustle, jerking your love muscle
Shake your big, round ass with the ghost of Mama Cass
Blast from the past, the ghost of Mama Cass
Dry-hump the floor with Mary Tyler-Moore
Pump it sore
Squeeze your nipple like baldy Mr. Whipple
Drink some Ripple
Give it a hearty whack with TV great Victor Tayback
When you give it a whack, don't hurt the nut-sack
So if the thought of grooving is bringing you down
Come to the funkiest place in town
The stars will show you how to move
And dance
Like you just shit your pants
Is there something you feel? Is there something you furtively know? Under the spell of science, Can we declare? Can we allow ourselves to experience? Can we be open-minded enough? Won't we fear what we cannot defy? Do we need to declare? Break the force of habit!
When I was a young man
I didn't like to dance
I was shy
I'd stand against the wall all night
I'd never take a chance
So afraid
I wouldn't get on that dance floor
Unless I was really drunk
10 shots
But I found a place where the stars hang out
And they taught me how to funk
Real nasty
It ain't too far away
It's just on the edge of town
Nearby
But be ready when you get there
'Cause these folks don't fuck around
You can
Rub your belly with Liza Minelli
Covered in jelly, you're gonna rub your belly
Jiggle your droopy balls with singin' Lou
Liquid Bird Lyrics
Is this the legend of a liquid brain That cluster-fuck muscle man who died in the rain? He never guessed that the world would end Crawling off the beach from the sea to the land How far can a man go Crawling on his elbows Falling thro
Rawis Is this the legend of a liquid brain That cluster-fuck muscle man who died in the rain? He never guessed that the world would end Crawling off the beach from the sea to the land How far can a man go Crawling on his elbows Falling thro
Bounce off the walls, then jiggle them droopy balls
Grind your hips with the blond guy from CHIPS
Lick your lips
Stroke it clean with Martin Sheen
It's fucking obscene
Clench your ass-cheeks tight with sexy grandma Betty White
You'll see the light when your sphincter's tight
If you don't know how to move
Just feel the groove
And dance
Like you just shit your pants
Spin like a little girl
With cross-dressing Milton Berle
Just give it a whirl, pretend you're a little girl
Wave that juicy weeno with legendary Al Pacino
Wave your weeno, even more obsceno
Knock back a
My Blue Tears Lyrics
Fly ye away from my window little bluebird fly ye as far as you can away from here And let not your song fall upon my ear Go spread your blue wings and I'll shed my blue tears For the one that I have loved she has left me and gone And I'm in no mood for to hear your sad song hum hum drink with Colonel Klink
Piss in the sink
Bounce your beef with Omar Sharif
What a relief
Ring the disco bell with ice cream wizard Tommy Carvel
Tommy Carvel gonna make your dink swell
Then spew all over the room
With Mr. Jeffry Goldblum
And dance
Like you just shit your pants
Mr. Belvedere
Fatty Fatty
Finger in his own rear
Bernard King
Basketball, basketball
Showing off his ding-a-ling
Swimming Mark Spitz
Moustache, moustache
Playing with his hairy tits
Big Earl Weaver, Tommy Seaver
Both of them got the boogie fever
Shit your pantsAhhh Lyrics
[Chris Davis] Uh-huh, yeah, what? Yo, yo Aiyyo I seen Run with the chrome spinnin Watchin the Knicks in the back of the 6 Pulled up on the side like, "Who's winnin?" Nigga said, "Me since eighty-three, get it right" Politely flashed his Roley, then dipped to the light Next night seen him
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You can Fly ye away from my window little bluebird fly ye as far as you can away from here And let not your song fall upon my ear Go spread your blue wings and I'll shed my blue tears For the one that I have loved she has left me and gone And I'm in no mood for to hear your sad song hum hum
Piss in the sink
Bounce your beef with Omar Sharif
What a relief
Ring the disco bell with ice cream wizard Tommy Carvel
Tommy Carvel gonna make your dink swell
Then spew all over the room
With Mr. Jeffry Goldblum
And dance
Like you just shit your pants
Mr. Belvedere
Fatty Fatty
Finger in his own rear
Bernard King
Basketball, basketball
Showing off his ding-a-ling
Swimming Mark Spitz
Moustache, moustache
Playing with his hairy tits
Big Earl Weaver, Tommy Seaver
Both of them got the boogie fever
Shit your pants
[Chris Davis] Uh-huh, yeah, what? Yo, yo Aiyyo I seen Run with the chrome spinnin Watchin the Knicks in the back of the 6 Pulled up on the side like, "Who's winnin?" Nigga said, "Me since eighty-three, get it right" Politely flashed his Roley, then dipped to the light Next night seen him
Do the hustle with seven-footer Billy Russell
Do the fucking hustle, jerking your love muscle
Shake your big, round ass with the ghost of Mama Cass
Blast from the past, the ghost of Mama Cass
Dry-hump the floor with Mary Tyler-Moore
Pump it sore
Squeeze your nipple like baldy Mr. Whipple
Drink some Ripple
Give it a hearty whack with TV great Victor Tayback
When you give it a whack, don't hurt the nut-sack
So if the thought of grooving is bringing you down
Come to the funkiest place in town
The stars will show you how to move
And dance
Like you just shit your pants