When I'm a gas, I'll be a laughing ought they was gas the way They come and go so weed for me. God dog sex death life and now I'm feeling old. I heard the sudden roar of my old exhaust pipe, I knew right then the race they'd fight. The lines on the road they looked like dots. I am passing a lot of gas. You're half undressed, Eatin' chips off your chest, While you're playin' Halo 2. Pulled up in the station and up to the pump, hollered to the man, "Hey, man, fill 'er up.
We had flames comin' from outta the side, you could feel the tension, man whatta ride. Step up, step off punk ass niggas. I had my foot keyed clear to the floor, said "that's all there is, there ain't no more. So take me down (take me down).
The tunafish sandwiches'll make you ill. 'Cause i'm getting racks. You're just an inveterate, Communist degenerate, First class American slob. 'n guys beside me, white as a ghost. Hello, this is "Weird Al" Yankovic, urging you to remember the true meaning of the Christmas season, and also to buy as many copies of my new album as you possibly can! I don't like to pass the gas lyrics. He passed the kid like he wasn't even tryin'. Now, let me tell you 'bout the school cafeteria, You know a school cafeteria is the only place. You've heard'a the guy an' his brother Joe, who took off in their Ford from San Pedro, an' how they raced through deserts wide, with a Mercury that stayed right by their side. I had a pizza, Covered with cheese. Now don't tune me out, I know what you're a-thinkin', 'n I ain't gonna bug ya with no Hot Rod Lincoln. And bone Ripple on the water Leaves of grass Fire into the crowd With laughing gas. You can't come over anymore, 'cause your hygiene is poor and besides you're a slob. Like a true mommy's child.
Should I open the door? Glock on cock, Felony's the locest as I focus like a mug shot. They seem to think it's a crime, But it's a pleasure sublime, oh yes. Well I, can't go to the park, I can't go to work. Seen each "Star Trek" eighty times, Memorized each word. Lost a lot of racks, but I never lost myself I done lost a friends, but I never lost myself. Hey, HEY hey daddy, why die in the war.
It was six foot two. When I was a little boy, (When I was just a boy). We left streaks through towns about forty feet wide, My brother was pale, he said he was sick, he said he was just a nervous wreck. I Don't Want It Lyrics by Montrose. Someday I'm gonna pack up. Flower make me sneeze and prayin'. He grabbed the hose, started t'lookin' around, scratchin' his head and snortin' around. Smokin motherf**kas so they bodies are cold. Today she walked onto a Greyhound bus goin'. I chased that lousy tow truck all over town yellin'.
If I could make love to a bottle. Cockroaches, and sherm sticks. Friends turn you in. As you eat another healthy spoonful of lard.
As it steamed passed us we looked the other way, and the cruiser's crew, they had nothin' to say. In your ass like a raffle. And the work's guaranteed. It's so nice when you're a big name artist, Doesn't matter if it sounds like trash. The Dug started getting nasty and all, pushing and shoving me towards the canyon wall. Butthole Surfers - I Saw An X-Ray Of A Girl Passing Gas Lyrics. Now you're repulsing all the people you know. With a movable nozzle and dual air spills... 'Cause I got grease in my hair, My Belvedere's in disrepair.
Interlude: tickle tipson]. Fuel pump off a GMC and the windshield off an ol' Model-T. Two big axles, one-a them dead, off a Studebaker 'n' a President (split axles makes it boogie). When my Daddy said "Son you'll never see Christmas Day. Well up in Washington they started thinkin', they needed the cat with the Hot Rod Lincoln. Say, boys and girls, tired of being skinny? And I marvel at how great I've been. Yes on through the ocean we did glide, a'flyin' low with the throttle wide. I don't like to pass the gas lyrics youtube. Always does, its just a question of "when? Got a cash Stash Got hella gas yeah Roll me up a lonely Never pass that Never pass that Gas that Thats my check Cash that Got a cash Stash Got hella. Drivin' somethin' other than a Belvedere. Additional lyrics by Richard Harbart.
The T to the R to the E to the A to the C to the H is back! Tahj Mowry, you wacky swinging cat. I was almost running out of luck. Don't gimme no crummy taste spoon, I know what I need. Kitties all day and kitties all night. Bitch yo breath stink, please go put on a fucking mask. Teenage groupies all surround me, I guess I know why. A polkameister like myself never has to be bored.
It also inspired a trend where TikTokers show the caption "I like you for your personality" over a selfie, then show their body, implying the "I" in question likes them for their breasts (examples shown below). Today in the school cafeteria, They introduced a brand new malt. They'd whip me with a rock, oh baby. And repulsive to me, yeah! Turned me down for other fellas. Then he found the punk sound, Breakin' ground all around, It's still Billy Joel to me. And to all my Japanese friends, feliz navidad! By The Thompson Twins].
Down she dips, she started rockin'. So I called my physician. That makes me wanna vomit, And those Datsuns just ain't worth a Fudgesicle, no! Break yoself, once again it's on. Oh, oh, here she comes. You can't win, oops it splits out your front tooth.