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Big D And The Kids Table Find Out

find out (get out, get out) i gotta find out (get out, get out) i gotta try and find a friend i gotta try and find a good place again, try and find my

{she won't ever figure it out she won't ever figure it out} you're the one that they complain to you take the time you give advice, you take the time

nana, nana, niiiiii I got a big NANA chain hanging down to my navel tell the bartender ?take a fat bottle of champagne to Polydor?s table? big men acting like school kids

with a big mouth, Hoods tore it all down, shouts to the kids south. Chorus Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table, Let down you hair, lean

PUSHES KID AGAINST THE LOCKER AGAIN AND CARLY WALKS INTO SAME HALL AND ROLLS HER EYES. SAM: AND WHAT AM I AGAIN? KID: PRETTY AND SWEET. SAM: THANK YOU

're stuck in your town and you can't get out when your life's built like a cell you can't find a way out when your life's built like a cell stuck inside

girl please come save me in an imagination world one day she'll come around and find me, i know one day she'll come around and find me 'cause i know

holes, you know? And I'm hot! Don: And I got the bun and the hamburger and the relish and the orange and I've got my clothes off and I'm hot! Phyllis:

suburbanite slob I like football and porno and books about war I've got an average house with a nic hardwood floor My wife and my job, my kids and my