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Oh! Susanna!
01:49
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Well, I come from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee
I'm bound for Louisiana
My own true love to see
It rained all night the day I left
The weather was bone dry
The sun so hot I froze to death
Susanna, don't you cry
Oh! Susanna!
Now don't you cry for me
'Cause I come from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee
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2. |
Yatzee
00:59
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I tried to say what was on my mind, but the folks of old on the sky timeline told me if you want to be in the squad you've got to put it on your ass and on your body
Forty-two palmade pay boo will ran the world cat tree-tree taught me on the forward uh if I go inside of it my eye, my god something inside my mind, my mind, my mind
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3. |
Kaleidoscope
03:16
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Might put a badass man in a kaleidoscope
Pie took a lighter full of jam in a right-a-rope
Tight with a knife and a van sit in my-a-lope
And tie a night of sneaky underpants in a jldalope
Time for a stan man take it in a lighter dope
And let her teeter-totter on a model with a mighty Pope
Pair a pair of sneakers underneath a beat a-bleacher
Take a check and make a method
Make a tac and take a second
Ah!
Letter with a measure of pan
I put a piece of mini monkey in a letter and ran
He might have seen a really billy nilly yummy in 'nam
And if a vinny wanna get me I could make it a plan
What!
Get to papa
I gotta see if you and mama
And if he play it safe in the mind all day
To the mouse and get a chicken in a regular way
What!
My, mister My-Moe
Pat a pot of bibles
I testify that a cry lets a guy go
Tie fits a nice in a vice with a sigh so
Setta-setta tippy-tippy listen baby
Let's get it
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
But I could never be a little Michelin Man
Who wants a putty and a simple bit of sticker
And then the pretty kitty sitting on a fit of Dizzer Dizam
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
And I get a little with a similar can
'Cause I could never be a poppy with a fritter in hand
So pay for Iphansaca's
Land ho over in the morning, over in the morn'
Tone is a message of a croan's own groaning
Put my face in a new place
Lace it with a lazy dog
Put it in a universal meter maid
Pop my pocket like it pit a bit of socket
Versa versa missing animals and mayor ladies
Knocking on heaven's door
Heaven's door
Heaven's door
Heaven's door
My, mister My-Moe
Pat a pot of bibles
I testify that a cry lets a guy go
(When the bombs go off the Americans will finally throw their money away)
Tie fits a nice in a vice with a sigh so
Setta-setta tippy-tippy listen baby
Let's get it
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
Is it so passé to be a little upset about the way things are? No
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
We were so alone and then we saw God standing in the sky with a sign, baby
My brain makes a mess of the data
Of day in and day out of life that I see
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4. |
Miss Old Bobby
01:25
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5. |
Like Like
03:08
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I won't say that you've got no soul
I won't say that you rhythm is old
But if you look right through to the other side
To the other side
Then you might see something you like
Inside your mind
And if you look around and nothing's coming
Better take a breath before you jump in
You want to see the new becoming
You want to see the world inside
And if you need a place to make a dollar
Because the government in taller
You transcend, dance, and you hit them again
You want to see the world inside your mind
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If you just give me a moment to inspect your head, I might end up laying you on the bed. You see, you're sick in your brain. Your brain is insane. Your head is like a crazy train. It's like something right out of a movie — I never want to see it again. It's like something right out of a movie — I never want to see it again. And if your head is dead then you are not you. If you are not you then who, who are you to say that I am so numb? You numskull boy, you are so darn dumb. Get out of here and respect me now. This is the way of the plow. The snow it is you. I am the ploy, there are no excuses.
Mister, what were you thinking the other night? Don't you know that your actions are criminal? This makes your mother and I very upset. I understand what it's like to be a man growing up today, but I don't want you to feel like you're not living up to my expectations, son. You are just in a different way. And when I say different I do not mean that you are some otherworldly boy, it's just, well, sometimes I wonder where my son went. If you find him please tell me and I'd be happy to have him back. It's snowing outside. It's extremely cold. Cold!
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7. |
It's Cold, Kids...
00:52
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It's cold, kids
Don't take it from me
I've seen a lot of people talking about it on TV
Your grandmother, and your brother
Doctor Tom, and the news
I have called them all
And now I'm calling you
'Cause today's forecast is gonna' be rough
You have a hat and a jacket, but that may not be enough
So, if you're sitting there thinking, "Should I head to the store?"
Then you should know that the weather is gonna' kill you in four minutes
Four minutes
You could get frostbite in four minutes
Four minutes
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8. |
For Another Quarter
01:56
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9. |
Daryl
01:08
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10. |
Nothing's Wrong Time
01:02
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Nothing's Wrong!
(Nothing's Wrong Time, Nothing, Nothing's Wrong Time, Nothing's Wrong Time)
Nothing's Wrong!
(Nothing's Wrong Time, Nothing, Nothing's Wrong Time, Nothing's Wrong Time)
Nothing's Wrong Time
There's nothing wrong
Absolutely nothing's wrong, so why don't you stop worrying?
Absolutely ordinary
Nothing's wrong
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
We're just having fun
It's regular
Nothing is wrong
Chill out
Nothing's wrong
Take a hit of this
Nothing's Wrong!
(Nothing's Wrong Time, Nothing, Nothing's Wrong Time, Nothing's Wrong Time)
Nothing's Wrong!
(Nothing's Wrong Time, Nothing, Nothing's Wrong Time, Nothing's Wrong Time)
English, please?
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11. |
Sure Thingy!
00:36
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12. |
Leaving on Monday
03:29
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Lip me in a Maserati for two 'cause if you do
I'm leaving on Monday
Get my mini mommy sitting in some brand new shoes
I'm leaving on Monday
And if you wanna sing by the indoor pool
I'm leaving on Monday
I could take a glass of water with the orangest juice 'cause
I'm leaving on Monday
My baby wanna sit in the sun but I told her
I'm leaving on Monday
I don't mean to be a me but you got you on your shoulder
I'm leaving on Monday
Fake it baby, tell the chopper whose got fun
I'm leaving on Monday
Or would you rather have a slab more underdone?
I'm leaving on Monday
Lip me in a Maserati for two 'cause if you do
I'm leaving on Monday
Get my mini mommy sitting in some brand new shoes
I'm leaving on Monday
And if you wanna sing by the indoor pool
I'm leaving on Monday
I could take a glass of water with the orangest juice 'cause
I'm leaving on Monday
Lip me in a Maserati for two 'cause if you do
I'm leaving on Monday
Get my mini mommy sitting in some brand new shoes
I'm leaving on Monday
And if you wanna sing by the indoor pool
I'm leaving on Monday
I could take a glass of water with the orangest juice 'cause
I'm leaving on Monday
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13. |
Grown Up Plans
02:52
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I'm running from my folks
Another cunning joke
'Cause I'm always laughing at myself in the grocery store
When I can't afford a dozen yolks
And so I call my old man
With my diploma in hand
He tells me son, another one about my life
And how I need a grown up plan
But hey, you know I've tried
And maybe though I've cried
I can't complain enough to equal some people in his town
Who live a better life
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14. |
Yeah Boy
02:11
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Seven bombs went off
We drove until we saw signs in the sky
Then we cried
The tall funny man played piano
The American man threw his money away
Behind us were flames
By then I was alone
And around the corner
Nothing but a pitch black road
The firework show turned into a bomb
Massive in scale
We braced ourselves for the shockwaves
But the real damage had already been done
My friend and I ran from the railroad tracks
Dodging trains with our eyes closed
We heard them coming, we heard them coming, we heard
We heard them coming, we heard them coming, we heard
We heard them coming, we heard them coming, we heard
And then we woke up, oh!
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Andy Rowell Chicago, Illinois
Andy Rowell is a guy who lives in Chicago. He produces music, videos, and now merchandise. He can also be spotted performing
live.
He has appeared on showcases for Comedy Central, Just For Laughs, America's Got Talent, and he even performed a major surgery on E! News.
He is also the co-producer of Green Show Live, a monthly live streamed variety show performed in front of a giant green screen.
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