Fly the great big sky See the great big sea Kick through continents Bustin' boundaries
we know
we know
we know
we know
we know everything don't we
well i'll tell you what i know
i know where just about every country in the world is located
i know the warriors alleycat was one of the greatest nights of my life - come out to playeay - the pendejos will always share a special bond
i have a new gold accessory - thanks to my great pal mr continental pendejo himself
and i think it really adds depth to my story
what's really great about the pendejos is that all of us really are pendejos
i don't know if we were beforehand and the name just fit
or if we grew into the name and the gang over time
but in the end we are all pendejos in our own way
i might stand there with a smile on my drunkskunk face and talk to you
but i don't like you
i don't know my right from my left and the worst part about abusing substances is that my inability to articulate my thoughts gets much worse, but i have really good dance moves - i've got skills - 'girls only like guys with skills' and although i'm fighting them off left and right (or is it right and then left) and although some have even convinced me to bite their apples, one has yet to really grab me by the balls (literally - thats what i'm waiting for) and i'd say: beautiful, i'd like to give you a kiss
(and then i'd begin to dance because at this point im drunk with love (and chianti) and unable to articulate my thoughts - so i will rely on my skills and my friends in the astral league - and why not)
left right, up down, heel toe, to and fro
hands up, arms down, legs bent, here we go
calling all alleycats, all sophistocats, all tigers - my hips are shaking, my feet are stompin and my arms are swinging - so when the hell are we going to have a dance party - we were spoiled, first the estate then the fourth floor of 70 green - forty, fifty kids boozing, dancing, hormones raging, partying like it was 1999 at the bullfighter's house (man life was good back then) - i dont think i've ever gone this long without a dance party before - i feel like an addict in rehab - only i dont want to be in rehab - im still in denial - i dont believe dancing is bad for me despite what all the red states say - if only i had comrades in all those red states - if only marijuana was legal - if only yellowcard would stop making music - if only walmart and olive garden would go away forever - if only diners charged what they used to only a couple years ago and didnt force me to choose betweem booze or grub - because i choose booze and then my poor friends have to pay for my grub - haha my sincere thanks suckers
here lies tone 's-l' mcgone b.e.
and why not
lick my love pump
yours truly
we know
we know
we know
we know everything don't we
well i'll tell you what i know
i know where just about every country in the world is located
i know the warriors alleycat was one of the greatest nights of my life - come out to playeay - the pendejos will always share a special bond
i have a new gold accessory - thanks to my great pal mr continental pendejo himself
and i think it really adds depth to my story
what's really great about the pendejos is that all of us really are pendejos
i don't know if we were beforehand and the name just fit
or if we grew into the name and the gang over time
but in the end we are all pendejos in our own way
i might stand there with a smile on my drunkskunk face and talk to you
but i don't like you
i don't know my right from my left and the worst part about abusing substances is that my inability to articulate my thoughts gets much worse, but i have really good dance moves - i've got skills - 'girls only like guys with skills' and although i'm fighting them off left and right (or is it right and then left) and although some have even convinced me to bite their apples, one has yet to really grab me by the balls (literally - thats what i'm waiting for) and i'd say: beautiful, i'd like to give you a kiss
(and then i'd begin to dance because at this point im drunk with love (and chianti) and unable to articulate my thoughts - so i will rely on my skills and my friends in the astral league - and why not)
left right, up down, heel toe, to and fro
hands up, arms down, legs bent, here we go
calling all alleycats, all sophistocats, all tigers - my hips are shaking, my feet are stompin and my arms are swinging - so when the hell are we going to have a dance party - we were spoiled, first the estate then the fourth floor of 70 green - forty, fifty kids boozing, dancing, hormones raging, partying like it was 1999 at the bullfighter's house (man life was good back then) - i dont think i've ever gone this long without a dance party before - i feel like an addict in rehab - only i dont want to be in rehab - im still in denial - i dont believe dancing is bad for me despite what all the red states say - if only i had comrades in all those red states - if only marijuana was legal - if only yellowcard would stop making music - if only walmart and olive garden would go away forever - if only diners charged what they used to only a couple years ago and didnt force me to choose betweem booze or grub - because i choose booze and then my poor friends have to pay for my grub - haha my sincere thanks suckers
here lies tone 's-l' mcgone b.e.
and why not
lick my love pump
yours truly