Bertha's Big Back Yard of vertebrae largest selection this side of the Mississippi oooh, you won't find them anywhere else Free pony rides for the children
As through a glass darkly you seek yourself But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil A basket of eggs, may you count your days Though your gut
Who's that drifter on the side of the road on the side of the ro-o-o-oad I recognize him in a dirty old robe dirty old robe, dirty old ro-o-o-obe let'
Sun eyed dandelion Seen you garden gnomes gone pass by Small one wear a pointy red hat The big one he just that he real fat If you see them please tell
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Norman the Mormon hears the doorbell ring But inside they're not answering Peering through the window, to his surprise The door flies open, "Come inside
I send pictures through the mail of buried treasures & humpback whales to famous people I do not know signed sincerely matthias doe. I await their response
I was eating dinner at the table With people from the music industry They asked me if I liked it in, "The city" I said, I liked it better in the country
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I ain't joking when I'm telling you that while in the Yakima Digging up them thunder egg stones Well, we cracked them wide open, the mountain started
What's the matter brother, does the drought got you down? (Open up the bomb shelter, sweep it on out) Sing to the ocean in the afternoon haze Up the iron
this song is an instrumental. hence, there are no lyrics. sincerely, huge clutch fan
Hey hey now, what's that smell? Just like cornbread done too well What you need you know I got So hands up, who wants to rock?
I been working, one eye dollar Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye I been working, one eye dollar Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye I got the plans to the Oval
As through a glass darkly you seek yourself, But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil. A basket of eggs may you count your days. Though your gut
Norman the Mormon hears the doorbell ring. But inside they're not answering. Peering through the window, to his surprise, The door flies open, "Come
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Sun eyed dandelion, Seen you garden gnomes gone pass by? Small one wear a pointy red hat. The big one he just that he real fat. If you see them
