: Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy! Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch. Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singin', [
nerve up. [Chorus] Here I am, here I am knockin' on your door. Here I am, here I am knockin' on your door. Justa justa knockin', justa justa knockin' on your door
Sleep my child and peace attend thee All through the night Guardian angels God will send thee All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping
Kingsley Mole sat high on a windy knoll, his eyes consuming the silent midnight woods. He nuzzled his long molish snout deep inside the heart of a marigold
A fall thru the ground Go away you're eating big faces Bend down and eat your shoelaces Next move you've gotta decide what's right. Kill ya momma, kill
All of it's phased, come on with a fast pace life you're showing of You've aged yourself and blaimed a murderer, you are here amongst yourself See him
When love leaves & breaks your heart, Your dreams simply fall apart. You see a world sad & blue, So unfamiliar to you. You look for lips that you once
Her father was a failure, her mother was a comfort to a doctor And lawyer and Indian chief, the shirt ran out of buttons He lost all his marbles at a
There was a time When I thought I knew Everything about This great big world Until I met you Into my life Like a brand new sun Now I find my home Inside
by a John Deere Walking home from the Moose Lodge Christmas Eve. Now you can say there's no such thing as Santa, But after suing John Deere, I believe
I Walk On Guilded Splinters (Mac Rebennack, a.k.a. Dr. John Creaux) Some people think they jive me But I know they must be crazy Don't see dey misfortune
Oh my love I have cursed the stars above That lead my heart to you But as hard as I try Still my love will not die And the stars still shine on through
Whatever gets you through the night, it's alright, it's alright It' your money or your life, it's alright, it's alright Don't need a sword to cut thru
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines bright on loch lomon' Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie,
You were dreaming on a park bench 'Bout a broad highway somewhere When the music from the carillon Seemed to hurl your heart out there Past the scientific
Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars, C4, block your doors, nigga's can't stop this war I show you fagots what this Swartz is for Hidding spots in the door
account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John
Now how you ain't gon change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Got up out the back door like whoa! (OH