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before you drive, destress
be late, call ahead
a little courtesy goes a long way in a human head
my wife’s bull was a hibachi chef
and he made those peppers come to life
he even made short arias
about how he was with the wife
the whole thing was beautiful
the romance between the onions
everyone was crying
in their separate dinner functions
it was like an opеra
what a cold little hand
when he madе those peppers sizzle
i told my lady i understand
there’s magic in the air
and there’s a rhythm to devotion
the tide moves in and out
power is unspoken

my wife’s bull was a hibachi chef
hands powerful and thin
ask the table for couples if you were counting her and him
wife was like a phantom limb, effusively and in a trance
the way those little florets moved and weeping through a final dance
he moves like poetry, had i loved you first but afterwards, your love
walk from the fire as the onions fuse the flame above
i closed my eyes, and i felt the world depressurize
bull was a hibachi chef and a blessing in disguise
and a blessing in disguise, my wife’s bull’s hibachi chef
before you drive, destress
be late, call ahead
a little courtesy goes a long way in a human head
am i right? it feels better being polite
control what you can control, it’s important to set goals
in my mind, i used to find it hard to unwind
waiting for emails so much that i always felt stuck
so now, i did my work and i gave it all up
before i drive, de~stress, look alive, good luck
look alive, good luck
look alive, good luck
hey~hey, i’m in the zone
whatever it takes, throw your hands in the air if you can create
if you can create, throw your hands in the air
wave ’em side~to~side like you jus— hey! hey!
before you drive, destress
be late, call ahead
that’s a lesson

couple, just a couple fellas
five, six, eight fellas
drying their clothes by the fire
sitting close to stay warm
couple fellas, couple five, six, seven
couple, c~couple five, six, seven, eight, nine fellas
sitting close by the fire
drying their clothes to stay warm
talking about life
couple eight, nine, ten fellas
sitting close to stay warm
drying their clothes by the fire
talking about life!
i said before you drive, destress
be late, call ahead
call ahead!
it’s an unfair world and cruel
but you can be cool!
you can be cool!
it’s a cold, cold city
full of broken hearts
it’s gonna be a brand new start
hey! listen to the dance moves
listen to the pop song
i got your password
i got your password
you better not fall asleep
you better not fall asleep
don’t tweet, don’t tweet, don’t tweet
don’t tweet, don’t tweet, don’t tweet
don’t tweet, don’t tweet, don’t tweet

sitting close to stay warm
sitting close to stay warm
hey! hey, what’chu doing?
what’chu doing, what’chu talking about?
where are you at, baby? nice to see you
nice to see you, good looking guy
nice looking fella, nice looking fella
nice to see you, put your pants on
put your pants on!
bud, put your stinkin’ pants on!
you can’t be walking around with no pants
you gotta put your pants on!
what’chu mean? what’chu talking about?
what’chu doing?
hey! what’chu doing, guy?
what’chu mean what’chu doing, you doing, you guy, who you talking to?
give me the money
you mean to tell me you stayed rent~free in that woman’s house for seventeen months and you’re suing her over a carton of cigarettes?
case dismissed!
get out of my courtroom!
get out of my courtroom!
you mean to tell me you stayed with that woman seventeen months rent~free, and you’re suing her for a carton of cigarettes?
case dismissed!
get out of my courtroom!
get out of my courtroom!
get out of my courtroom!
get out of my courtroom!
get out of my courtroom!
get out of my courtroom!
get out of my courtroom!
get!

i got your password, i got your password
you better not go to sleep, you better not go to sleep
i’ma tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
i got your password
i got your password
better not go to sleep
tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
tweet, tweet, tweet

all~a, all~a, all~a
with the earth all around us
singing to the shore
we will fight the good fight
we shall suffer no more

softball, catch me on the mound
had a bad game pitching, but i’m still around
you can gloat in your victory all you want
had me six calling at a swing and bunt
good for you when you took a walk
i had a homer down left, but i missed the chalk
but really not a homer, just a foul ball
it was on strike two, so i lost it all
like perfecto, you laughed when ders quit
and gave me a low grade in my face
telling me it’s the best dance music made
and the rhythm won’t stop, made you move for peace
then you tell rocksby it’s another fair release
“short stint, isn’t it, julie?” a triple hit
sprinting down to first base, fella can’t throw for sh~t
and keep in mind, this is deacon from the gtz
j’s problem was too qualified to smoke too many trees
could’ve bounced straight into the stall twenty~five years later, huh
and this young punk taking walks, swinging bunts
if that plane wouldn’t’ve crashed, i’d be getting cash
swallow my pride up, line up
good game, enemy, strange front
should’ve been with j when she was doing b~tterflies
swing to the j when she was with that tom selleck guy
if i was on the plane, gone down with her
now i’m on the mound, triple swing from a twelve hitter
pan to the shortstop, watching him overthrow
as he rounds first saying, “i love perfecto”

reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go

hey
hey
hey

favorite actor dennehy, favorite drink o’doul’s
bears, hawks, sox
say goodbye a little longer like i ate a piece of big red
grew a mustache the size of mike ditka’s forehead
hair combed to the side looking like a piece of foam
buick speakers, red cooler, ’85 bears zubaz
polish sausage, bratwurst, walking like my back hurts
stacy adams, no shirt, jewel’s to get a case of squirt
wife’s p~ssed ’cause i forgot to get the minute rice
back in the d~mn buick to get a stinking bag of ice

if i was on the plane, gone down with her
now i’m on the mound, triple swing from a twelve hitter
go down to the shortstop, watching him overthrow
as he rounds first saying, “i love perfecto”

reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go

let’s get it
keep it moving to the finish
push it to the limit and we win it every minute
fact not opinion, you can put your people in it
hands to the sky if you’re feeling so terrific
listen to the lyric, people try to mimic
this is good advice, loving life should be a gimmick
never feeling timid, feeling joyous, scientific
try to catch the spirit ’cause i hate for you to miss it

don’t leave things to chance
don’t leave

come by for a visit
we can kick it cause we get that
stop for a second if you feel a little winded
pumping up the party, spilling out into the lobby
i want to see you jump
until your legs are floppy
push it to the max, later on we can relax
all we gotta do is move our body to the traps
all we gotta do is move around between the cracks
trust me when i tell you that this is where it’s at, at

don’t leave things to chance
don’t leave me

you’re so cute, i think you’re trending
tonight’s the night, let’s stop pretending
i just wanna do something while i can
no separate cheques, i wanna be your man
oh my gosh, what a day
i’m feeling cool, i feel okay
worked a long week to pay the bill
overtime, overk!ll
met a date, met at the gym
party so hard, over him, over her
i’m such a blur, i really can’t tell or remember
sunset strip look like a rocker
tight leather jeans, not cotton dockers
tonight’s the night, go out and play
can’t party like a rockstar every day

let’s get it
keep it moving to the finish
push it to the limit and we win it every minute
fact not opinion, you can put your people in it
hands to the sky if you’re feeling so terrific
with the stars all around us
the earth clinging to the shore
we shall fight the good fight
and we shall suffer no more

higher and higher, electric like a wire
we coming together to make the situation flyer
we on fire, live it up or just retire
in it for life, sing it loud just like a choir
can’t stop it, catch the ball, don’t drop it
throw your hands in the sky, take them our your pocket
be who you be, put the plug up in the socket
crush it, it’s so fresh that you can’t trust it

softball, catch me on the mound
had a bad game pitching, but i’m still around
you can gloat in your victory all you want
had me six calling at a swing and bunt
good for you when you took a walk
i had a homer down left, but i missed the chalk
but really not a homer, just a foul ball
it was on strike two, so i lost it all
like perfecto, you laughed when ders quit
and gave me a low grade in my face
telling me it’s the best dance music made
and the rhythm won’t stop, made you move for peace
then you tell rocksby it’s another fair release
“short stint, isn’t it, julie?” a triple hit
sprinting down to first base, fella can’t throw for sh~t
and keep in mind, this is deacon from the gtz
j’s problem was too qualified to smoke too many trees

the thrill, the thrill, the thrill
the thrill, the thrill, the thrill
the thrill, the thrill, the thrill
hey

it’s an unfair world and cruel but you can be cool
it’s an unfair world and cruel but you can be cool
it’s an unfair world and cruel but you can be cool

that’s an okay start
i never seen a racehorse p~ssed
but i can add to the list
i’ve been having a great time
since i gave up p~ss
only toward the future
on this old hip hop sh~t
i like that, i wanna tell you i like rap

i can’t remember the last time
i heard about a flasher
in the eighties there was one in town rumoured
it was the pastor
but it turned out to be old ass b~st~rd
trying to see people race, see who was faster
but he knew he was slower
told people he was a grower
all the rumours about the pastor
finally made him get sober
now he moved to queens
hangs with all the teens, wayward teens
“what you doing,” they all asked
said he about to have a blast

it’s a cold, cold world but you ain’t gotta be
it’s a cold, cold world but you ain’t gotta be
you can kick it and cool, you can kick it and cool
it’s a cold, cold world but you ain’t gotta be

romance, knitted quilts
very strings of yarn
sharing plates of spinach parm
and never having to move your arm
charm is charm but yours is more like
overflowing candy drawers
returning from the greatest war
i adore our rapport
we feel like batteries in toys
otters and their silly ploys
a haunted house and scary noise
the fashions of a teddy boy
to cook with sherry and juices from stems of poison pigeon berry
romantic hugs and finnish ferries
mountain blue and green canaries

like toasted sweet burger buns
that time we fell in love in schtad
fed each other shish kabobs
i love you like an angry god
alaskan cod and silly quips
i wish you’d leave that man you’re with
we’ll get a place like in peru
you’ll meet me up like oysters do
turn cold like pigeon flu
undercover secret life
hidden like a switchblade
the arm that hides the face of nights
and this is all that i can have
romantic new york city cabs
and weeks and weeks and you can’t talk
cancel plans and lonely walks home

it’s an unfair world and cruel but you can be cool
it’s an unfair world and cruel but you can be cool

i get specific, i rip it
i know you can’t resist it
a 40 and a blunt when i get lifted
when i get twisted

everyday, it’s like i’m truly making history
feeling on point, harmonise like a symphony
wind at my back
stronger than a lumberjack
outcast sunny like i’m flipping through the almanac
legendary, so you can crown me with a cherry
made it straight to the top
12 o’clock, lollipop
get loose, tonight there was no excuse
gonna have a party
kick a rhyme like dr. seuss
we won, celebrate and we just begun
have another party and reinvite everyone
everyday, it’s like i’m truly making history
feeling on point, harmonise like a symphony
wind at my back
stronger than a lumberjack
outcast sunny like i’m flipping through the almanac
we won, celebrate and we just begun
have another party and reinvite everyone

onions, onions, onions, onions
onions, onions, onions, onions
onions, onions, onions, onions
onions, onions

bye a little longer like i ate a piece of big red
grew a mustache the size of mike ditka’s forehead
hair combed to the side looking like a piece of foam
buick speakers, red cooler, ’85 bears zubaz
polish sausage, bratwurst, walking like my back hurts
stacy adams, no shirt, jewel’s to get a case of squirt
wife’s p~ssed cause i forgot to get the minute rice
back in the d~mn buick to get a stinking bag of ice
to get a stinking bag of rice, my wife jules is cute
her taste really moved me like i ate juicy fruit
it had me dancing like chris penn in footloose
’85 walter roo’s, old style pack of kools
go to ace, new tools and weed wacker fuel
’85 bears zubaz, stacy adams got ruined
flood a bas~m~nt sump pump, shop~vac cleanup
cook brats, cook chops, your heat shouldn’t

favorite actor dennehy, favorite drink o’doul’s
onions, onions, onions, onions
onions, onions, onions, onions
onions, berenger
berenger

hey
softball, catch me on the mound
had a bad game pitching, but i’m still around
you can gloat in your victory all you want
had me six calling at a swing and bunt
good for you when you took a walk
i had a homer down left, but i missed the chalk
but really not a homer, just a foul ball
it was on strike two, so i lost it all
like perfecto, you laughed when ders quit
and gave me a low grade in my face
telling me it’s the best dance music made
and the rhythm won’t stop, made you move for peace
then you tell rocksby it’s another fair release
“short stint, isn’t it, julie?” a triple hit
sprinting down to first base, fella can’t throw for sh~t
and keep in mind, this is deacon from the gtz
j’s problem was too qualified to smoke too many trees
could’ve bounced straight into the stall twenty~five years later
and this young punk taking walks, swinging bunts
if that plane wouldn’t’ve crashed, i’d be getting cash
swallow my pride up, line up
good game, enemy, strange front
should’ve been with j when she was doing b~tterflies
swing to the j when she was with that tom selleck guy
if i was on the plane, gone down with her
now i’m on the mound, triple swing from a twelve hitter
pan to the shortstop, watching him overthrow
as he rounds first saying, “i love perfecto”

reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go

softball, catch me on the mound
had a bad game pitching, but i’m still around
but i’m, but i’m still around
had a bad game pitching, but i’m still around
i had a bad game pitching, but i’m still around
i had a bad game pitching, but i’m still around
i had a bad game pitching, but i’m still around
i had a bad game pitching, but i’m still around
i had a bad game pitching, but i’m still around
i had a bad game pitching, but i’m still around
you can gloat in your victory all you want
had me six calling at a swing and bunt
good for you when you took a walk
i had a homer down left, but i missed the chalk
but really not a homer, just a foul ball
it was on strike two, so i lost it all
like perfecto, you laughed when ders quit
and gave me a low grade in my face
telling me it’s the best dance music made
and the rhythm won’t stop, made you move for peace
then you tell rocksby it’s another fair release
“short stint, isn’t it, julie?” a triple hit
sprinting down to first base, fella can’t throw for sh~t
and keep in mind, this is deacon from the gtz
j’s problem was too qualified to smoke too many trees
could’ve bounced straight into the stall twenty~five years later
strike three from the foul b~lls
and this young punk taking walks, swinging bunts
if that plane wouldn’t’ve crashed, i’d be getting cash
swallow my pride up, line up
good game, enemy, strange front
hey, hey, hey, hey
and this young punk taking walks, swinging bunts
if that plane wouldn’t’ve crashed, i’d be getting cash
swallow my pride, i’m gonna hit ’em, hey, that’s a good game
my enemy’s ders’ friend, my enemy’s ders’ friend
hey, i could’ve been with j when she was doing b~tterflies
swing to the j when she was with that tom selleck guy
if i was on the plane, gone down with her
now i’m on the mound, triple swing from a twelve hitter
pan to the shortstop, watching him overthrow
as he rounds first saying, “i love perfecto”

reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
reoccurring image of julie telling tommy to let it go
hey


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