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A Bridge Too Far
04:12
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Lyrics:
I'll take a bullet for you, girl
As long as I don't die
Wear a silly costume
As long as it looks fly
Cuz you mean the world to me
I'll give you the sun, the stars, the D
But I'll never let you touch my bone stock mopar
I just don't love you enough
That's a bridge too far
A VIN number leads me to the car of my dreams
I'm a simple man, in both style and means
Which Mopar is best Mopar
Every single Mopar, so don't test mopar
A car show means a long drive out there
But I needa know if K-Cars still alive out there
Fake braided vacuum hose
Based reverent shameless bros
Chrome up on the rims and we're not gonna stop there
Fill my back seat with a 120 stuffed bears
This is my toy car, this is my real car
Whipping out my second amendment if they steal cars
Leave'em in a heap in the dirt like open-wheel cars
Leave the game behind, I ain't even gotten my cut yet
Leave the game of rhyme, I ain't even gotten my nut yet
Cuttin' me off I even gotten my cup wet
Leave a person laid up in bed it's like we just met
I'm the ache in treachery, boy, you know I clap lead
Open it when the mack spread, bars sharp as an ax head
That's what's gonna happen if you diss my first gen mopar
Leave you blacked out like a night with no stars
Cuz this is where my loyalty ends
If you're not about the mopar we'll never be friends
My girlfriend told me I should trade it in or paint it red
So this is what I said
I'll take a bullet for you, girl
As long as I don't die
Wear a silly costume
As long as it looks fly
Cuz you mean the world to me
I'll give you the sun, the stars, the D
But I'll never let you touch my bone stock mopar
I just don't love you enough
That's a bridge too far
The truth is I ain't got much cash
But I hustle each day like I do got such cash
Mopar show got that Wrangler flow
Call me Doc cuz I got that Egon Spengler
Jeeps from the rib of the Willys line
Who knew something big and cheap could be this fine?
You ever see a bone stock 318
You ever see a Neon in Neon Green?
You ever see a Plymouth Horizon for sale
With under 30,000 miles since first retail
I'mma exercise my rights to some halo lights
And to stand in some really, really long-ass lines
To ride a Charger that they won't even let me drive
But my girl really wants to feel the overdrive, so let's feel alive
I'll take a bullet for you, girl
As long as I don't die
Wear a silly costume
As long as it looks fly
Cuz you mean the world to me
I'll give you the sun, the stars, the D
But I'll never let you touch my bone stock mopar
I just don't love you enough
That's a bridge too far
The C-Body wagon was what I could afford
But if you wanna talk smack I'll send you back to the Lord
Or back to your 97 Honda Accord
I got that Chrysler blood up in my veins rest assured
I don't need to put my whole foot to the floor
To get every single thing I need and more
Cuz everyone knows life is best lived on four wheels
And if I had the money I'd be owning more wheels
And buy a big fancy garage just to store wheels
And live a life that's better than what I had before wheels
I'll tell you bout the cars I'mma buy for no reason
A new Dodge Ram for each of the four seasons
Get the aux blasting “Stressed Out” and “Heathens”
And let my girl know that to touch it is high treason
I'll take a bullet for you, girl
As long as I don't die
Wear a silly costume
As long as it looks fly
Cuz you mean the world to me
I'll give you the sun, the stars, the D
But I'll never let you touch my bone stock mopar
I just don't love you enough
That's a bridge too far
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3. |
Inside of You
04:23
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Lyrics:
It's the end of us,
You know I couldn't ever make it work
Now, I have to pick from choices where each one is getting worse
It's a small town, you know I'll never get to say goodbye
I'll just have to see you crossing Main Street with another guy
When I think of what I've done
And how I let you go
I know now you're the one
But I lack the cash to let you know
I'd rather not be inside another one that isn't you
He's changing everything I love about the things you do
Every single day I hate to see another man in you
I ain't ever gonna wanna see another man inside of you
Inside of you
It's a small town,
With not a lot of places to go
A one-horse town,
And everybody calls the one horse Paco
You're one-of-a-kind
They don't make'em like you anymore
But now he's worn out your transmission
Putting foot to floor
When I think of what I've done
And how I let you go
I know now you're the one
But I lack the cash to let you know
I'd rather not be inside another one that isn't you
He's changing everything I love about the things you do
Every single day I hate to see another man in you
I ain't ever gonna wanna see another man inside of you
Inside of you
The town is very small
I heard he let you stall
And now I'm the man, who will have his satisfaction
You let her die, and I don't give a single damn why
Cuz I will have my vengeance
Wait and see
'Cause she meant everything to me
I'd rather not be inside another one that isn't you
He's changing everything I love about the things you do
Every single day I hate to see another man in of you
I ain't never wanna see another man inside of you
Inside of you
Did I mention that the town was very small?
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4. |
Gimme a Ride
03:11
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Lyrics:
Gas, cash, grass
Nobody rides for free
E-Z Pass
Is getting us from A-to-B
You can kiss my ass
Unless you're gonna pay my lease
Oh this hourglass
Is giving us the third degree
And if you make me late tonight
It's the last time I'm giving you a ride
Find another friend to provide
It won't be me
I guess I really shouldn't mind
Cuz the truth is that I love to drive
My Civic from 95
The manual makes me feel alive
But it's hard to be the person who
Is always designated driver too
So I'm gonna bring these bars to you
To you
Don't you really hate friends who don't pay their way?
It just ain't right
Saying "Dude,
I promise that I'll pay you soon
Just gimme a ride."
Don't you really hate friends who don't pay their way?
It just ain't right
Saying "Dude,
I promise that I'll pay you soon
Just gimme a ride."
The car my friend claims he's got
He says is always in the shop
I bet you money that it's not
Unless he is an astronaut
Because it's been like this for months
I guess I should be nutting up
To cut him off completely cuz
Mooching's all he does
Don't you really hate friends who don't pay their way?
It just ain't right
Saying "Dude,
I promise that I'll pay you soon
Just gimme a ride."
Don't you really hate friends who don't pay their way?
It just ain't right
Saying "Dude,
I promise that I'll pay you soon
Just gimme a ride."
Bad news, my Honda Civic died
When I plowed into another guy
My insurance hardly paid a dime
Well, my friend got back his old Corvette
And I don't have a new car yet
But I swear I won't forget
I don't have cash
I don't have grass
Or gas and I won't pay ass
But I'll get him back, I swear
Don't you really hate friends who don't pay their way?
It just ain't right
Saying "Dude,
I promise that I'll pay you soon
Just gimme a ride."
Don't you really hate friends who don't pay their way?
It just ain't right
Saying "Dude,
I promise that I'll pay you soon
Just gimme a ride."
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5. |
All I Need
02:28
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Lyrics:
Car show around the corner is the place to be
I got another one coming up in NYC
And I would rather never have to go stag
Cuz jet lag is tough without a friend to hold bags and help drag
Luggage to the airport Hilton, you know I'm lonely
When I'm checking out the Honda Civics and thinking only
I wish I had a friend to clown with, and frown with
And make another joke about cold white and brown with
No matter how drizzy it gets, I never frown
No little clouds, little sounds, Lil Wayne can get me down
No more cars and coffees all on my own
Cuz when the Mustang shows, I'm not dying alone
Working on a stock car solo it isn't better
If you be my one-man foot clan, I'll be your Shredder
We can wile away the days, replace the V6
Roll with the flow like waves that make'em sea sick
We can lime like we fighting scurvy in here
Build a comfy interior like it's Kirby in here
Horsepower like it's the Kentucky Derby in here
Happy like a 90 kid with a Ferby in here
We'll always be grinnin' - like when I'm listening to Ween
Always winnin', like we listenin' to Sheen
Brother, be my savior, and I'll be your enabler
Be my Liv Benson, and I'll be ya Elliot Stabler
We'll make it rain, I got ones for days
Cheddar like a creamery, got puns for days
And if you need a favor, I can do ya'll a flavor
Cuz potato chip ideas I got some for Lay's
Cuz we thrillin' with this
Our friendship killin' with this
Who am I kidding, ya'll know I'm selling fiction with this
Please believe me in my conviction with this
I need another car friend with no restrictions to this
A wordy friend to help me with my diction in this
I should be selling out platinum subscriptions to this
And some methodone to get'em off addiction this
Cuz when the rubber meets the road I'm causin' friction with this
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Lyrics:
One snowy Christmas Eve
While we were eating pie
I told my lovely girlfriend
"Do you really need another slice?"
I simply didn't want her
To end up getting sick
But now she thinks I called her fat
And I'm a massive dick
My girlfriend kicked me out
I need a place to stay
Who needs to get laid on Christmas anyway?
Now it's Christmas Day
My dad won't want me here
He kicked me out at 18
And I see him twice a year
My brother, he's a doctor
My sister owns a Kohl's
But me, I say some stupid things
That undermine my goals
My mother gave up on grandkids
My grandma thinks I'm gay
Who needs to get laid on Christmas anyway?
I guess it's just me and lefty
It sucks, I'll tell you what
Next year I'll just keep it real
And keep my trapper shut
I'll find new friends to hang with
We'll grab a Christmas beer
And maybe I'll stop wondering
Why I'm in need of cheer
The ball, it drops in Times Square
With strangers sucking face
Who needs to get laid on New Year's anyway?
The women at the strip club
Will never take your place
Who needs to get laid on New Year's anyway?
And all I ever wanted was to jump right back in time
And tell you that you're beautiful
Here, have another slice of pie
Now it's Christmas morning
It was all a dream
My girlfriend wakes me up
With chocolate pancakes and whipped cream
I tell her that I love her
Let's never fight again
She has no clue just what I mean
So I say, "To find out, get back in bed."
But she says she's on her monthly
I guess I'll have to wait
Who needs to get laid on Christmas anyway?
When loved ones get together
That's all we need this day
Who needs to get laid on Christmas anyway?
Who needs to get laid on Christmas anyway?
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8. |
Another Mustang Crashed
03:10
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Lyrics:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Bro.
He is exiting the car show with his other Bros in-tow;
He is losing all the traction from his terrible 5-0.
He's heading traffic on!
Glory glory hallelujah! (x3)
Another Mustang crashed!
Here come the cops a-wailin' and his eyes are getting damp.
We have build-ed him an altar out of zip-ties and pipe-clamps.
I can read his righteous sentence by the flairs and flashing lamps.
His day is truly boned!
Glory glory hallelujah! (x3)
You brought this on yourself!
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Lyrics:
Love is blind to warning signs
Bright red flags they get to hide, behind rose-colored glasses' sight
Sometimes the things we love, they don't love us
Things we want, we couldn't trust, takes some time to readjust
And if you want to let it go, we'll let it go
No one has to say another word about it
We can go our own separate ways and find a place where we belong
Cuz I don't have the energy or anything
Left to wanna fix what's wrong about it
It's a miracle to last this long
The time we have is running out
No story left to right
Everything is running low
A victim of the highs
I don't give a damn about
Just who's wrong or right
I don't wanna win the round
I'm tired of the fight
Common sense has stepped aside, pain sometimes you let it slide,
Some they call it compromise
Cuz I can't take you anywhere, it's just my cross to bear
No one said that life is fair
And if you want to let it go, we'll let it go
No one has to say another word about it
We can go our own separate ways and find a place where we belong
Cuz I don't have the energy or anything
Left to wanna fix what's wrong about it
It's a miracle to last this long
The time we have is running out
No story left to right
Everything is running low
A victim of the highs
I don't give a damn about
Just who's wrong or right
I don't wanna win the round
I'm tired of the fight
Baby girl, just let it go
Don't act like an old Geo Metro
If you drive stick, I'm hoping that it's manual
Girl, just let it flow (let it flow)
Your engine, I can't trust you
You left me at Wal-Mart
What has it come to?
If it was Target, you know I would have loved ya
But since it was Wal-Mart, I'm feeling kinda flustered
White trash, just seen white ass
Thought you'd come first, but I came last
One of the symptoms of living fast
Girl, I just wish you took your foot off the gas
But if not, I ain't wifin' no thot
Gave me a lemon
But I'm prayin' it's not
But you'll never know til you put the keys in the slot
Hot damn, but I'm prayin' it's not
The time we have is running out
No story left to right
Everything is running low
A victim of the highs
I don't give a damn about
Just who's wrong or right
I don't wanna win the round
I'm tired of the fight
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10. |
Hoy (Demo)
04:09
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Lyrics:
Once upon a time I was into you
You were into dudes, now you're into Sue
You said this isn't ever gonna work out in the way you think
So I hit the gym, then I hit the hay
But I end up eating feelings when I hit buffets
But at least I have a bunch of different stories I can tell my shrink
Your car is cool, but I'm okay
I don't need another headache today
Symmetrical faces are kinda nice
But the kind I like
Are the kind like mine
Where it's kinda lopsided but someone will love you anyway
Anyway
But what kind of person needs self-esteem?
When you don't need anybody but yourself to dream
You don't need another person here to tell you that you'll be okay
Hoy in Spanish means "Today"
I can still remember in the afternoon
When we drank all of our coffee in an empty room
Two people in a place that you could hardly call a French cafe
Cream and coffee, chocolate scones
Butter toffee, student loans
Coffee's stale, feeling sick
But I had a lovely time and my name is Nick
But we never spoke again and that's fine by me
I don't care about your father's Porsche 953
I mean, I guess I do?
Your car is cool, but I'm okay
I don't need another headache today
Symmetrical faces are kinda nice
But the kind I like
Are the kind like mine
Where it's kinda lopsided but someone will love you anyway
Anyway
But what kind of person needs self-esteem?
When you don't need anybody but yourself to dream
You don't need another person here to tell you that you'll be okay
Hoy in Spanish means "Today"
Symmetrical faces
Are kinda nice, are kinda nice
But I find myself in places
I recognize
Like those eyes
Fell in love once on a southwest flight
I'm like an Eagle Eye Cherry how I save tonight
Not Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right Now
Forget I said a thing, you really trying to fight now?
I wish I could redesign tattoos
Maybe turn her name into a Japanese haiku
She drama, like Bobby Brown in New Edition
I didn't like her issues so I canceled my subscription
But I'm a lover not a fighter moonlighting as a writer
The light at the end of the tunnel's getting brighter
Change your plans up
Put your hands up
Pretend it's a song for a lighter
Symmetrical faces are kinda nice
But the kind I like
Are the kind like mine
Where it's kinda lopsided but someone will love you anyway
Anyway
But what kind of person needs self-esteem?
When you don't need anybody but yourself to dream
You don't need another person here to tell you that you'll be okay
Hoy in Spanish means "Today"
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11. |
Half Past Time (Demo)
04:19
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Lyrics:
I need new wheels
A brand new life
To turn things around
Fix things with my wife
I need new shocks
And fewer drunken late-night talks
Well I saved to buy a Boxster
But the seller walked
And now I'm last
In the race to get to work I drive a Chevy Trax
You want the gist? Well, now I'm frankly bitter
In between browsing Craigslist and pitching fits on Twitter
I hate my friend's Instagram, he makes double
But I forgot he posts the good times but never posts the struggle
He says, “I really like your car, and your wife looks kinda nice.
I can't imagine a single bad bone in her body unless it's mine.”
Well it's half-past time
I crossed the line
Step back from the keyboard and reclaim my life
Cuz it's half-past time
Karma comes around with every repost
But sometimes in a frame you see the truth
Words and pics you share with trepidation
Life in orange arrows, some in blue
A Sylvia is nice, as long as it is mine, as long as it is mine
No need to save me from myself because I'm feeling fine
Because I'm feeling fine, but only just for now
I'll tell you how, I'll live somehow
I don't go on Facebook these days, what's the purpose
More baggage than an airport terminal and drama on the surface
But if you're selling your Sylvia on your group page, name your price
I got that legal JDM itch to scratch, though it might be lice
But it's half-past time
I owned a nice ride
Time to get inside of one and live my life
Cuz it's half-past time
I love your car, more than I can say
Let's roll the dice on a price you like and then I'll pay
Cuz I don't like
To barter with a dude online
Specially when they sound like they're high on their own supply
But what's my choice
I don't claim to be a rich guy who tours through vistas
I make important life choices on advice from my barista
But the auto community has my back at any price
Just as long as I don't have a Hummer at home that's of any size
But it's half-past time
I cast my nets wide
Going big or going home is my new line
Cuz it's half-past time
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12. |
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Lyrics:
Born in Allentown to parents who named him Lido
President of Chrysler and Ford, his alter ego
His name is known from Lehigh to Escondido
His picture in magazines, the automotive Bambino
But tell me this, people listenin', how could he know?
He'd be the auto executive Henry David Thoreau
How could he know
He'd be aficionado
He'd risk his vision of where new traditions could go
Working hard and studying harder since he was knee high
Didn't go to Harvard , brother went Lehigh
Never intended to be vetted or ever be fly
Henry Ford II never expected this Lee guy
His parents told him to throw
Your life into your work, make something grow
You're in a unique position to listen and know
How he went from an average Joe to a guy whose name we know as...
Lee Iacocca
My name is Lee Iacocca
Son of an Italian restaurateur
I'm gonna be the future President of Ford
I'm gonna borrow money past what a man could afford
And pay it back with interest in the quickest accord
I'll be living the dream
And I'll tell my regime
That the speed of the boss is the speed of the team
Thought up 56 for 56, offering loans
Moved from Philly to Dearborn, no more answering phones
1960 was GM of the Ford Division
Coming up with some of the top cars ever driven
Took a Fairlane and a Falcon and gave us Mustang
Lincoln Continental Mark III, and you can trust, man
Henry Ford II, he felt threatened by fate,
So he fired Lee despite clearing $2 billion in 78
So Lee rebuilt Chrysler from the ground to the roof
Got them a government loan guarantee for proof
Focused less on trucks and Euro cabriolet cars
Kicked off 81 with the legendary K-Car
Dodge Aries and the Plymouth Reliant
Turned selling small front-wheel cars into a science
He introduced the minivan that Ford had passed on
Seven years later to the day repaid the last loan
He helped Chrysler acquire AMC
Supported the release of the Jeep Grand Cherokee
Where could this industry be, what more could we do
If this man hadn't retired in 1992
Lee Iacocca
My name is Lee Iacocca
One of these days I'll be more than an adviser
I'mma be the greatest president of Chrysler
I'm gonna borrow money past what a man could afford
And pay it back with interest in the quickest accord
Common sense, I will apply it
Truth, I'll verify it
If you can find a better car, then I suggest you buy it
There's probably a lot that I'm leaving out
And a lot of these facts bout which you'll doubt
But you can look it up in the day or in the night time
Like how his presidential campaign slogan was “I Like I”
Or how he guest-starred one time on Miami Vice
Or wrote the best-selling nonfiction hardback of 85
And donated the proceeds to diabetes research
Where have all the leaders gone, to this day we search for
Lee Iacocca
His name is Lee Iacocca
One of these days you will remember my name
Cuz I'll play the white collars at their own game
Stay the course? Why are they saying “Stay the course”?
When we're seriously underselling our whole work force
Let's get back to common sense
And the common dollar
If you're down with going back to basics then holler
Lee Iacocca, a man for all seasons
Lee Iacocca
Lee Iacocca, the American Dream
Building cars, paying off loans
And doing all sorts of things
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13. |
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Lyrics:
Christmas music, crowded stores
Tons of things I can't afford
Ferrari or a Benz would bring me cheer
Wind and rain and snow and sleet
Tons of fatty food to eat
The calories don't count this time of year
But one thing that I know
The presents aren't free
Unless it's meat that's underneath the tree
It's a Regular Christmas
A new review on Christmas Day
As long as we leave cookies
And imported IPA
Out by the tree
Who needs to talk to family?
Let's see what nicer car with which he'll play
Oh my stars and Seven Hells
Is that the sound of jingle bells?
Or is that Mr. Regular outside?
Wide-ass footprints in the snow
A distant voice says "Track Day Bro"
We're all a little regular inside
Let's bang on a sleigh ride
All the best, from ours to yours
Clacky doors and crusty drawers
Firm your shocks and plasti-dip your shame
Seasons Meatings, one and all
Winter soon, and no more fall
Is that a Honda Fit in my driveway?
So be good, boys and girls
If you do as he asks
Then he will bring potato sacks
And Millard Fillmore masks
It's a Regular Christmas
A new review on Christmas Day
As long as we leave cookies
And imported IPA
Out by the tree
Who needs to talk to family?
Let's see what nicer car with which he'll play
Oh my stars and Seven Hells
Is that the sound of jingle bells?
Or is that Mr. Regular outside?
Wide-ass footprints in the snow
A distant voice says "Track Day Bro"
We're all a little regular inside
Let's bang on a sleigh ride
One thing that I know
Tonight, on Christmas Eve
Is Mr. Regular is real
As long as you believe
It's a Regular Christmas
A new review on Christmas Day
As long as we leave cookies
And imported IPA
Out by the tree
Who needs to talk to family?
Let's see what nicer car with which he'll play
Oh my stars and Seven Hells
Is that the sound of jingle bells?
Or is that Mr. Regular outside?
Wide-ass footprints in the snow
A distant voice says "Track Day Bro"
We're all a little regular inside
Let's bang on a sleigh ride
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride in a Mazda on Track Day
Bro
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14. |
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Lyrics:
Let me tell you bout my friend Jason's Dodge
Shoulda sold it all for scrap to Bruce Henn's Garage
Too many oil leaks for your average sedan
It needs a new engine
And a new floor pan
And the strut mounts moan and if you think that's bad
They be moanin' more than any girlfriend he's ever had
This Dodge got enough flaws, a sunk cost
Without cash, he's the new boss of tough loss
They cut his hours at the Mexican grill
Now he's drinking Coronitas for that Mexican thrill
And his family's on his ass cuz that gossipy girl
Left him looking so haggard that they're calling him Merle
But even though he couldn't pay his own rent,
He sold his car parts online, and the money that he spent
Was wasted on gifts to make his family forget
That he's 30 and not married yet
If you live like you're gonna die
Then you will find, one day you're right
So don't buy things you can't afford
Be happy with your old Accord
For another straight year I'm broke for Christmas(x3)
How my family gonna feel my love
For another straight year I'm broke for Christmas (x3)
But who really even needs more stuff
Let me tell you all about my friend Danny
Bought a 2000 Accord and it needs a new tranny
The mechanic also told him that he'll need new brakes
Now that poor mechanic's gonna need a brand new face
Danny doesn't have the money for a gift
Because he sank it all into this money pit
Now he steals from the Sheetz when he's out with his friends
And he dry cleans his condoms just to use them again
He'd say, “My vodka ain't even distilled.
But hey girl you like pickles cuz I'm kind of a big dill.”
But he didn't stay single for life
Alone in his basement eating Pringles for life
But he's still shopping for a gift for his girl
For the holidays, he's getting her a necklace of pearls
But since he couldn't find any other sales
She's gonna get the pearl necklace you don't get from Zales
If you live like you're gonna die
Then you will find, one day you're right
So don't buy things you can't afford
Be happy with your old Accord
For another straight year I'm broke for Christmas(x3)
How my family gonna feel my love
For another straight year I'm broke for Christmas (x3)
But who really even needs more stuff
The holidays will soon be over, dear
And then it's time for New Year
It might be strange to care this much at all
But what you feel's just cortisol
Let me tell you bout my friend Theodore
Drove a Volvo 960 and a Geo Storm
But he needs a new car like a flower needs water
Got a son on the way and an eight-year-old daughter
So he saved up his money til the day came
And he went into the dealership and they came
Cuz he paid sticker price so he could buy new
Didn't realize at the time it's not what guys do
He couldn't make his payments, and now he's the man
Who's only 33 years old in a Windstar van
For Christmas, he planned to get his wife a silk dress
And daughter every single thing a child could possess
All his money disappeared in the savings and loan
On a truck driver's salary, how could he atone?
But his family all embraced him in his house in Bayonne
And said all we want for Christmas is for you to be home
If you live like you're gonna die
Then you will find, one day you're right
So don't buy things you can't afford
Be happy with your old Accord
For another straight year I'm broke for Christmas(x3)
How my family gonna feel my love
For another straight year I'm broke for Christmas (x3)
But who really even needs more stuff
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15. |
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Lyrics:
Frozen doors and Christmas music
Around the clock on stations like B101
The snow is thick, complaining is useless
Mom wants us there before the night is done
She knows I have a Subaru with winter tires
So we can't cancel Christmas Day
So let's just hit the road in red and green attire
Though I know the car will skid along the way
But it's alright
We're powersliding on this not-so-Silent Night
Jingle Bells and Blizzaks on my STI
I promised that I'd be right there in no time
But she'll have to wait through Bro Time
Cuz we're drifting in the
Snow-whoa-oh-oh
Snow-whoa-oh-oh
Snow-whoa-oh-oh
Check it out, we're drifting in the snow
Snow has come across the East
Cat back exhausts will disturb the peace
Being stuck inside can be so obnoxious
Frozen like a browser - Firefoxes
The weather can't beat us, we're too awesome
Breathing fire like the Street Fighter Dhalsim
Hit the road again when the snow is done
Fears disappear with the setting sun
We'll get our Subarus and drift with everyone
Celebrate with shots, straight Ketel One
Snow thinning out til it's just a skiff
Please just remember not to lock the diffs
Try 2,000 rpms, for sure
If you've never done a drift in the snow before
It's not as if Santa Claus is watching
Hey, can you keep a secret without talking?
I wanna come clean, you deserve to know
I've never really drifted in the snow
But we don't see each other much these days
So let's drift just to hang for the holidays
But it's alright
We're powersliding on this not-so-Silent Night
Jingle Bells and Blizzaks on my STI
I promised that I'd be right there in no time
But she'll have to wait through Bro Time
Cuz we're drifting in the
Snow-whoa-oh-oh
Snow-whoa-oh-oh
Snow-whoa-oh-oh
Check us out, we're drifting in the snow
Give us this day our daily brown
Guide us to and from this town
Protect us from the rock salt on the street
Let there still be beer to drink
EM's dead, and all hail Fink
Deliver us this day our share of meat
But it's alright
We're powersliding on this not-so-Silent Night
Jingle Bells and Blizzaks on my STI
It's alright
We're powersliding on this not-so-Silent Night
Jingle Bells and Blizzaks on my STI
I promised that I'd be right there in no time
But she'll have to wait through Bro Time
Cuz we're drifting in the
Snow-whoa-oh-oh
Snow-whoa-oh-oh
Snow-whoa-oh-oh
Check it bro, we're drifting in the snow
Snow-whoa-oh-oh
Snow-whoa-oh-oh
Snow-whoa-oh-oh
Check it bro, we're drifting in the snow
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Thanks From Mr. Regular
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