First time I met you I was dreaming Tight jeans, pink glasses So 80's fashion Dance in the street, nobody sees Green headband, socks up to your knees
I am hooked on you I am ready to go I am ready to dance Are you? I wanna see it Lights turn always like 90 degrees Your standing on the wall but baby
Whoa, la da da da da Whoa, la da da da da Whoa, la da da da da Your face straight from a dream I had Girl, you're bad, a complete woman So impossible
hello ladies its me again bobby u knoe the one came to spend some time with you (verse 1) i try to find the time to spend time with you baby because
[Intro] Turn on the tele every thing so shady Thangs changed ain't the same since the 80s What's the meaning when your hear an old lady? Drowns her baby
There's an old Virginian vibraphone With a calculated gait And a man who thinks he's Al Capone With a cummerbund and cape Don't criticize what a vicar
Verse1: Oh! Yeah yeah! Everytime you come around me I get strange Shivers up my spine.. Ever since the day you found me I cant seem to think A
Dock Ellis didn't think he was pitching that day Back in 1970 When he and his wife took a trip to the ballpark A little bit differently So by the time
[Turbonegro Cover] [Bonus Track]
twenty-four more to go and it will be tomorrow one more day older one more day closer to some sort of end ten am and i'm already ready to say let's call
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine
I can't stop this feelin', deep inside of me Girl, you just don't realize, what you do to me When ya hold me in your arms, so tight You let me know, everything
I don't know what I did last night but that's all behind me I don't know where my cigarettes are but I know they will save me I scratch myself, I cough
Ethnic hair styles Sloppy male hippies Retro punks People with thick glasses Glorifying serial killers Hobbit motherfuckers No guts, no glory No riot
Uh-huh, Three 6 Mafia We gotta do it for the ladies this time man, gotta do one For the ladies they say we never do one for 'em, we gon' Talk about how
Yeah, come on I got hooked on you, oh oh You got me hooked, baby There's no living without you Got me hooked on everything you do No living without you
[Originally by The Germans] Briefmarken und Rennautos Flugzeuge und Bilder Alles dies interresiert mich nicht Mein Hobby ist schA¶ner HA¶r auf
