Then make a face like you wanna fart Keep workin' them arms while doin' the Bart! Verse 2 [Marquis] Jitterbugs keep pumpin'! Why you frontin'? On the Bart
down and flaps Bart's arm) and he's got the same soggy-floppy kind of arms! (out loud) Why, you must be Bert's brother Bart! Bart: (coming in and walking
sage Dir fehlt der 3-Tage-Bart Hey Joe, hör mal zu: Das einzige, was die Miezen ans Gerät bringt Ist ein sauber geshavter 3-Tage-Bart (Oder
sage, dir fehlt der Drei-Tage-Bart Hey, Joe hör mal: Das einzige, was die Miezen ans Gerät bringt ist ein sauber geshavter Drei-Tage-Bart
glue. Bart: It bounces off of us and sticks to you. Army: It bounces off of us and sticks to you. Bart: Sound off. Army: One! Two! Bart: Sound off! Army: Three!! Four!! Bart
I can take what I feel cause I know its real and I know I love you and you came in my world and showed me whats real and I know my heart is yours to hold
Well, I can feel your heartbeat when your lying by my side I can see foever when I look into your eyes Each day beside you, girl you take my breath away
Saturday night shes fancied up, love of her lifes come to pick her up Theres things in the past she tries to forget Will he be late be there at all,
So your boots, theyre old and dusty & lying down on the floor And a candlelight, its burnin outside your door And youre gonna keep staying single, man
Sitting in this lonely room surrounded by my friends Empty liquor bottle, is this how its supposed to end Yeah, you left me standin here, well Im a broken
Rise in the morning shakin wits from your head Cussin that morning sun as your crawling out of your bed Knees in your back say its time for you to slow
I've been searching for some connection To put a finger on the way you think And I've been looking out in every direction It keeps feeling like my heart
Stuck in the middle of a world that was so right When I see her all my thoughts well up inside Its not supposed to be this way oh god oh why She doesnt
[Verse 1] I'm a little bit lazy Get a little bit crazy There's so many words That I need you to say I'm a little bit restless I get a little bit reckless
Well I got my quarters for the jukebox and your memories on my mind There aint no doubt that the fires all out Because Im the only one sittin here crying
Said you wanna stand there, With your arms around me... But I can't feel you... It's kinda like a dream... Then you walk out with another.. Lord my
cool, that's great, yeah, would you like to see Black Bart? Who's Black Bart? Let me introduce you Black Bart's seen it, Black Bart knows Black Bart's done it, the Black Bart
Adolf Hitler, dem sein Bart Ist von ganz besondrer Art, Kinder da ist etwas faul So ein kleiner Bart und so ein gro?es Maul!
