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Go to Church
I go to church
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I go to church We sing about God there We sing about God It is the church It is the church Where I was baptized when I was a babe and When Satan he calls for me I will be ready I'll have the tools and support to say Flip off, Satan I know the peeps I know the peeps Who help at the bake sales Who help at the sales And Pastor Pete And Pastor Pete He helps us to have fun With really cool sermons and When Satan he calls for me I will be ready I'll have the tools and support to say Fudge off, Satan! Oooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Church is the bomb now Oooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Ah, ah Oooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Church is the bomb now Oooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Bop, biddly op, biddly op bop So go to church So go to church They'll clean out your soul there They'll douche out your soul and When Satan he calls for you You will be ready You'll have the tools and support to say Shoo, Satan!! My Fate's With Jesus
I was lonely
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There was no one to guide me I wondered what life Life's all about So I wandered And came to a church Maybe the priest would Delete all my doubts Well he took me aside And he said "Let Jesus be your guide" It starts with Jesus Whoa, oh It starts with Jesus Whoa, oh Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh So I figured I'd stay for his service I found a seat On an old wooden pew And we sang songs With really old lyrics But brother those words Rang oh-so-true Well it made me feel high To think that love's Embodied in this guy Whose name is Jesus Whoa, oh His name is Jesus Whoa, oh Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh But it's all right now I've never been happier Yeah it's all right now I've never been so happy...happy...happy... My fate's with Jesus Whoa, oh My fate's with Jesus Whoa, oh Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh Ohh I Need a Vacation
I need a vacation
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Let's go to Florida We'll mug some old people there And buy Mickey Mouse ears We'll stroll together down Miami Beach We'll startle nude sunbathers With an unholy screech I need a vacation Let's go to Florida It'll be so humid there And there might be a hurricane We'll make friends with illegal Cuban immigrants And then we'll report them to The U.S. government I need a vacation yeah today Go on vacation with me today Today! Yeah I need a vacation Let's go to Florida We'll squeeze some oranges And make some orange juice We'll ride a fan boat out in the Everglades You'll fall into gator-infested waters And I'll collect the insurance money, ooooh! I need a vacation yeah today Go on vacation with me today Today! Yeah (Instrumental bit) Let's get on the Internet And buy some tickets Do you mind if I borrow Your credit card? Let's get on the Internet And buy some tickets Do you mind if I borrow Your credit card? Oh your credit card Oh your credit card Oh your credit card Oh your credit card Oh your credit card (oh-oh-oh) Oh your credit card (ah-ah-ah) Oh your credit card (oh-oh-oh) Oh your credit card (ah-ah-ah) Oh your credit card Oh, thanks babe! I'm Gonna Take My Tush Off of the Market
I'm gonna take my tush off
Of the market I'm gonna buy more practical underwear I'm gonna take my tush off Of the market Cuz no one wants to buy it Anywhere There used to be a time When my tush was valued Suitors would come From pert near everywhere But ever since I sat in That bucket of acid All people ever do is stare So I'm gonna... Lumpy tush, a lumpy tush Lumpy tush, a lumpy tush Lumpy tush, a lumpy tush Who will love my lumpy tush? Now I have such trouble Buying Levi's The Wal-Mart's sizing Ain't exactly fair My tush is so misshapen I go to a tailor And pay through the nose To clad my derriere I'm gonna take my tush off Of the market I'm gonna buy more practical underwear No more buttless chaps Or leather G-strings Cuz no one loves My lonely derriere Cuz no one loves My lonely derriere! (0) comments
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