Texty:
Me First And The Gimme Gimmes Have Another Ball

me The radio reminds me of my home far away And driving down the road I get a feeling that I should have been home Yesterday Yesterday Country Roads,

they fall, one and all The harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all Well the opus' are trying to keep me down Trying to drag me underground And

: [From Hair: The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical] Sodomy Fellatio Cunnilingus Pederasty Father, Why do these words sound so nasty? Masturbation

standing still in time Chasing the fantasies That filled our minds You knew I loved you But my spirit was free Laughin' at the questions That you once asked of me

harder they fall, one and all The harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all Well the opus' are trying to keep me down Trying to drag me underground And