Wheatus
When I look at your face I see dirt; All the sunshine you blow up my ass starts to hurt; And I don't really mind if I'm nothin' in your eyes; It's no surprise to me; There's a rocket I built; It's under my kilt; It's coming to blow you away.
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I was a jerk; I did the work for somebody else's dream; I took the chance; I lost my pants; in somebody else's dream tonight.
Now you're calling me up to get paid; And if you don't get paid then you'll never get laid; But I really don't have any money; I say goodbye; And you'll have to depend on your size; There's a rocket I built; It's under my kilt; It's coming to blow you away.
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Now I think that I'm going to bed, as the image of you and yer crap leaves my head; Cause it's t-minus 20 tomorrow, rocket flies; And it doesn't depend on the size; There's a rocket I built; It's under my kilt; It's coming to blow you away.
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(hinzugefügt von chacky)