(Frijole, frijole pop!)
Negro frijole
(Frijole, frijole party!)
Death soldier, candy Christmas
I can't feel my hand
I would if I could
But I can't, so I won't
But I should, so I will
That was the dandy-fandy Hits 109, I'm Tweeky Bob. Caller six, you're on the air
Uh, can you play some Self?
Excuse me, who?
Some Self. Um... Self?
Alright kid, you got it. Here's some Seal, on Hits 106.9!
Take your hand off that sandwich and put it on my knee
(Put your hand, put your hand, put your hand on his knee)
Women, hello
Women, hello
Women, hello
Sexy sexy woman, women
(I ain't got no sandwich)
And I've been milking
Pretty whistle princess
I'll be finding my money left under the sign
Pull out my jimmy to the Queen of England
''Cause you spilled magic on my feet again
You're not listening, it's, it's totally a woman's right to choose
NO IT'S NOT! NO IT'S NOT!
Da-da-doo
1981
1981
I hate my dad, I hate my dad, I hate my dad, I hate my dad
I. Hate. My. Dad!
I can't seem to tell the truth
When I'm wearing more eyeliner than you
Yeah! I stick my song down your troat
Yeah! I stick my song down your troat
Yeah! I stick my song down your troat
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
