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Bolivian Ragamuffin (Tyler/Crespo) __________________________________________________________________________ Packed up your troubles in your old kit bag You gotta dance to the tune of Bolivian Ragamuffin Outtakes, short breaks, love it till the earth quakes. Standin' on the seashore looking at the city See the street light, dog bite your lady on the titty At the wax museum and nobody cares to see themselves As others care to see you but nobody wants to be you babe Can't break cabbage head Try and get a salad made Hold my pickle hold the lettuce Special orders don't upset us Kickstand face look so evil like Kineavil Never make third base like a toilet bowl weevil Like a squatez vous and a domo arigato Tip my hat to you, rock 'n roller obligatto, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.... Stage show chorus line, smoke a bowl, now feelin' fine Girls in heat will try to get us Hash in bowls won't upset us ha ha ha.... He need cash (kick in the pants) Salt and bone (come on and dance) Blame it all (snake on Eve is a trance) Ain't gonna do it, ain't gonna do it, ain't gonna do it, ain't how you do me, ain't how you do me, oh how you pull me, ain't gonna do it, ain't gonna do it, ain't gonna do it, ain't gonna do it... (scat)....ssshhhhaaahhhhh! __________________________________________________________________________ |
