When your plunger's no use. I let her out a little bit more, I pushed the foot clean to the floor. All the jocks and muscleheads. Takin they sh*t, gankin they riches, (? )
- Pass the gas song
- I cannot pass gas
- This gas will pass lyrics
Pass The Gas Song
In auld lang syne, my dear. And I'm licensed, and I'm bonded, Even se habla español. Walkin' down the hall the dentist LOOMED through the door. But once in the open desert, whopee! My life is brilliant. Now the kid that was drivin' that hopped up hack, turned twenty-one just a while back.
Her face was blue, I thought she'd died, left streaks through town 'bout forty feet wide, me and that Mercury was still neck t' neck. But that can't happen to us. These are the rules of etiquette, From Texas to Connecticut. Gotta keep 'em separated! I'm not talkin' 'bout no kale. Peter Paul Almond Joy's got nuts. In a spread or by the slice. Uh, finna go to the b-, oh shit (Oh fuck, my voice). Pass the gas song. Arlen Sanders - 1964. Eat a school lunch today! Can't they see that I'm happy to be a psychiatrical mess? And my mother would call my name, She'd say I had to be in the house by 7.
Get your program running. I may be just a simple guy, But just the thought of Corn Flakes makes me high. We had twin pipes and a Columbia butt, you people may think that I'm in a rut, but to you folks who don't dig the jive, that's two carburetors and an overdrive. So what did you bring? I cannot pass gas. He took out my engine and turned it around(? "Kee Valid pass that gas", a nigga too lit (Nigga too lit) Niggas talking on my name, don't know who you is I'm the Kool Kid I'm running to the cash, I. Ik voel die adrenaline Ik sta klaar om te vliegen Kijk hem gaan Hij gaat alles voorbij Jij staat aan, dopamine Doe geen pass ik ga schieten Kijk je. Parody of "Hold Me Now" by The Thompson Twins]. Have bread, and vegetables too, Some dairy products, but whatever you do.
I Cannot Pass Gas
As it steamed passed us we looked the other way, and the cruiser's crew, they had nothin' to say. I upped the thrust, the two podos in a lock, but the Dug broke loose and flew into a rock. Had ourselves a little barbeque. All starch and cholesterol. Sometimes I have to marvel. Anything that you need. Gas builds up an appetite Clouds of candy and a cheesy sattelite Love in the air laughing gas overdose And melodies deeper with arpeggios Would you. We've got a flair for patterns. Money so big, niggas think i'm Yeat. ticklemytip – Dingle Race Freestyle Lyrics | Lyrics. Just me, Kris Kringle and my Hot Rod Sleigh. Countries are bettin', and the stakes are high, on just who is gonna rule the sky.
Well, I'm never accepted in the social set. The cop's heads, who spun in fright, got on their bikes an' took to flight. To compensate the thrust and gas. Let me tell you 'bout the school cafeteria, It's got all the others beat. With that transistor iginition and power-pipe exhaust, this is the machine that'll really get lost. We thought it was a jet by the way it was a hummin'. Butthole Surfers - I Saw An X-Ray Of A Girl Passing Gas Lyrics. Assorted claps, laughs and choking noises). My twin pipes are busted, I'm really in a rut, one carburetors a'leakin and the other one's stuck, my overdrive's slippin, it won't stand the pace, my oil she's a drippin' outta the busted crankcase. The minute the congress'd call my name, And said some papers had to be signed by Thursday. Had to kick a lil bitch out, 'cause she was fucking like a snail. Now its top speed I'd hate to try to tell, because I think it's faster'n jet propelled. I said girl what's your name, she said Lizzy Miguaire, fuck.
She got big ol' titties I said "Goo-goo, goo, gah-gah". My fans all want to be like me, And really, who can blame 'em? It didn't even slow their speed, my Model-A has what I need. We got the beef) Chuck steak, and now. It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up, and that Model-A body makes it look like a pup. Artist: → ticklemytip.
This Gas Will Pass Lyrics
Well that Model-A had what it took, hit a hundred and ten, just past Holbrook, the kid pulled alongside, said "you wanna go? If you want substitutions, I won't put up a fight. That girl, she came and sucked my dick, and she did it hella mean. The kind of person that you know you are. Not in the mood for Jack-In-The-Box.
Written by Arkie Shibley). I'm a constipated man, Oh, my boss'd hit me, he'd hit me, He'd tie me to a chair and whip me. Joe got the Fritos, Ernie got the stew. I'd sell my soul for some new constipation. At the game arcade-ade.
That story is true, it's sad to say, I was watching the game when they cut away. And now, here's a cheery little number I wrote about death, destruction, and the end of the world, called "Christmas At Ground Zero". French fries up town. When I flunged it together I had a lot of fun, everybody asked me, "do you think that'll run? You're always gonna cry. Additional lyrics by Richard Harbart.
All of a-sudden, the rods started knockin', down in the dip, it started ta-rockin'. No one's classier than you. He had twin pots and a Columbia clutch, 'n speed that no other car could touch, an' to you folks who don't dig the jive, and left the cops runnin' round 'n' round. It can take away your blues, All you've gotta do is cruise. Stop playin wit' me. With a thrust-vectored landing, I (was (again) ahead. That's where you'd find me every week. I'm never satisfied with three meals a day. And that Caddy pulled over and let us by. I Don't Want It Lyrics by Montrose. But first I just have to ask... Who's at the door? When your doorknobs are loose. Bitch you can't compete. My nigga Bird got my back when we square off.