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Hotel CaliforniaShe works all day at the Burger King Gettin' greasy for the dollars Promoted to fries But there's tears in her eyes It's not the grease or the pickles that upset her California Hotel California California Hotel California California Hotel California You can't stab the beast A look of disgust on her pimple-marked face No amount of mayonnaise can cover She browns out the kill, charbroilling on the grill Singin "Death for no reason, death for no reason is murder" California Hotel California California Hotel California California Hotel California She can't stand the beast She stabs him with her steely eyes But she just can't kill the beast California... back Love SandwichGirl sometimes you're hungry, You want something to eat You don't want no little salad yes you want a lot of meat You don't want no pastrami, And no corned beef on rye Girl there's only one kind of sandwich that's really gonna satisfy chorus: Love sandwich Love sandwich, uh huh Love sandwich Love sandwich, uh huh This ain't the kind of snack That you get from your mommy Your mommy ain't never seen such a whole lot of salami Girl I'm gonna take you on a superfantastic trip Cuz, baby you haven't had nothing til you've had my miracle whip (chorus) Yeah you, and me, and Steve makes three And Dave has got the video, Dave has got the video Yeah you, and me, and Steve makes three And Dave has got the video, Dave has got the Yeah you, and Steve, and Bernie makes three And Fernando and Mr. Belvedere in the hot tub, yeah! Girl sometimes you're hungry, You want something to eat You don't want no little salad yes you want a lot of meat Let me tell you 'bout The funky love sandwich Me and Steve are the bread And you're the meat, bitch! (chorus) Love sandwich, uh huh uh huh uh huh (4x) back High Schooldon't bother going to class, cuz nobody cares if you cut. and its not smart to experiment, with ben gay on your nuts. if you ask her out and she says maybe, what she really means is no way. and if you try jerking off behind the backstop, the team will be playing that day. (oh God) these are the things, i wish i knew, there are the things i wish i knew, in highschool. yeah these are the things, i wish i knew in highschool. don't call the head jock a fag, even if it's true. and don't hold our for that one special girl, cuz she'll never have sex with you. (no way) these are the things, i wish i knew, there are the things i wish i knew, in highschool. yeah these are the things, i wish i knew in highschool. don't let 'em see you cryin, no matter how it hurts. and nobody ever got laid, cuz they were wearin' a Rush t-shirt these are the things, i wish i knew, there are the things i wish i knew, in highschool. yeah these are the things, i wish i knew in highschool. back Bridge Under Troubled WaterI know girls like you Need someone to screw-up their life And make you contemplate suicide, When you need a Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah Call me... You need someone bad, To irritate your dad, Someone to make you cry, And sock you in the eye, When you need a firend to Bring you to your knees, Call me... Am I angry enough? Am I crazy enough? Am I stupid enough? Am I lazy enough? Am I drunk enough? Do I flunk enough? Am I jealous enough? Am I selfish enough to be... Your bridge under troubled water, yeah! You like pain, you're insane You can key my car, And punch my face in the bar When you blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah Call me... Am I angry enough? Am I crazy enough? Am I stupid enough? Am I lazy enough? Am I drunk enough? Do I flunk enough? Am I jealous enough? Am I selfish enough to be... Your bridge under troubled water, yeah! Am I boring enough? Am I snoring enough? Am I demanding enough? Un-outstanding enough? Am I fat enough? Mad enough? Am I bad enough? Wear plaid enough? Am I drunk enough? Smell like a skunk enough? Do I wank enough? Do crank enough to be... Your bridge under troubled Your bridge under troubled Your bridge under troubled water! back The Sportsman BarThere's a place on Figueroa Street, Where you can always go Smiling faces you might meet, Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, The Sportsman Bar Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, The Sportsman Bar The trophies on the mantel Are covered with dust, And the pretzels are from 1982 The soda from the bar Tastes just like rust, Nobody cares! All Hail The Sportsman Bar Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, The Sportsman Bar There's Mike Green, He's fallen to his knees, He's mumbling 'bout the State Street rock and roll They took away the booths, But unless they take the roof We will see you again here tomorrow! Say a prayer for friends Who passed away, Say a prayer for the lurkers And the losers And to all you bastards That moved out of town, We'll see you at Thanksgiving At the Sportsman Bar Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, The Sportsman Bar Ned's our man, With his Pabst Blue Ribbon can, Uh-oh, he's looking for a fight! He'll punch you in the face, But it's your kind of place So we'll see you again here tomorrow! Everybody's drunk! Everybody's drunk! Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, The Sportsman Bar back I've Got A Boner For ChristmasI've got a boner for Christmas Mend up your stocking hole Cause this lump ain't made of coal I've got a boner for Christmas Cranberry sauce, green beans and muffins You be the turkey and I'm the stuffing I've got a boner for Christmas Singin' joy to the world! To each and every girl To a-all of your girls O-oooh Go! Oooh, oooh, ooooh Yeah! Oooh, oooh, ooooh Hang up your christmas stockin And let me put my cock in I've got a boner for Christmas All year you've been in a rut This time let's do it in the butt I've got a boner for Christmas Singing joy to the world. Each and every girl. To a-all of your girls O-oooh. I've got a boner O-oooh For Christmas backCome Back Down [hidden track] Saturday night you're high on crank
Baby come back down to me
You party in the clubs on your GHB
Baby come back down to me
You spend your time at the Viper Room
Aspiring actress and a social ladder climber
Baby come back down to me
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