Captain America
Buffett Jimmy lyrics
Buffett Jimmy lyrics
"The Hang-Out Gang Lyrics"
Sybil Lyrics
I ran away from the black church on fire golden and silver trees falling on me their leaves just like tears of mercy I reached the lake whose waters changed into ice they tried to bury me as a violet light took me
I ran away from the black church on fire golden and silver trees falling on me their leaves just like tears of mercy I reached the lake whose waters changed into ice they tried to bury me as a violet light took me
The tour bus passed here yesterday
Exciting all the fools who pay
To see the naked lady in our yard
The hang out gang is back in town
Rumor has it going 'round they brought back
Four new groupies and a St. Bernard
We're peaceful and abiding cats some call Gypsies
Some call brats but bare feet don't tear streets up like their bus
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I
Sweet Sassy Lady Lyrics
She came to me one sleepless night And took me on a 3-D flight We went to outer space The sky became a movie screen Our bodies moved in and out the galaxy She took my heart into her hand And signed her name with a flame know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
The fast approachin' local heat was poundin' out the southwest beat
When they came upon Koochie in our yard
She smiled sir I meant no harm just a little suntan on my arm
They wound up takin' in our St. Bernard
It didn't have a tag y'all
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know
She came to me one sleepless night And took me on a 3-D flight We went to outer space The sky became a movie screen Our bodies moved in and out the galaxy She took my heart into her hand And signed her name with a flame
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
The fast approachin' local heat was poundin' out the southwest beat
When they came upon Koochie in our yard
She smiled sir I meant no harm just a little suntan on my arm
They wound up takin' in our St. Bernard
It didn't have a tag y'all
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie was sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know
The Pink Opaque Lyrics
The Pink Opaque --------------- 1 The Spangle Maker [See The Spangle Maker track #1] 2 Millimillenary Milli- milli- millenary Just waits for you to hurt her Pandora missed her shot it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
Now you hang with me and I'll hang with you and we'll hang out
'Til we both turn blue mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
All we was d
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
(Spoken)
"Yeah, they moved up there about a month ago.
Fixed up that little cabin on the ridge.
They really them long hairs?
Well, Homer seen 'em. Homer seen how long it was.
Still reckon I seen it. They a bunch of weirdos.
One of them had a little instrument looked like a mandolin.
Why Lord, they might freeze to death up there this winter.
Well. Homer, turn that radio down."
The Pink Opaque --------------- 1 The Spangle Maker [See The Spangle Maker track #1] 2 Millimillenary Milli- milli- millenary Just waits for you to hurt her Pandora missed her shot
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
Now you hang with me and I'll hang with you and we'll hang out
'Til we both turn blue mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
Chorus:
All we was doing' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin'
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
I know it's a shabby old building but after all ain't we God's children
And Lord it's a good place for hangin' out
All we was d
Ain't It A Shame Lyrics
Cindy Wilson/Ricky Wilson/Keith Strickland) Flying saucers could land ANd it wouldn't make much difference to my man I could walk aboard and thank the Lord And leave this damn town in seconds flat Check my bags and never
oin' was a hangin' and little Koochie kept sangin'Cindy Wilson/Ricky Wilson/Keith Strickland) Flying saucers could land ANd it wouldn't make much difference to my man I could walk aboard and thank the Lord And leave this damn town in seconds flat Check my bags and never
Mama I'm guilty of a hangin' out
(Spoken)
"Yeah, they moved up there about a month ago.
Fixed up that little cabin on the ridge.
They really them long hairs?
Well, Homer seen 'em. Homer seen how long it was.
Still reckon I seen it. They a bunch of weirdos.
One of them had a little instrument looked like a mandolin.
Why Lord, they might freeze to death up there this winter.
Well. Homer, turn that radio down."