Bowie's in space
Bowie's in space
What you doing out there, man?
That's pretty freaky,
Bowie's in space Bowie's in space What you doing out there, man? That's pretty freaky, Bowie Isn't it cold out in space, Bowie? Do you want to borrow my jumper, Bowie? Does the space cold make your nipples go pointy, Bowie? Do you use your pointy nipples as telescopic antennae to transmit data back to Earth? Bet you do, you freaky old bastard you Hey Bowie, do you have one really funky sequined space suit? Or do you have several ch-changes? Do you smoke grass out in space, Bowie? Or do they smoke Astroturf? Ooh! Receiving transmission from David Bowie's nipple antennae Do you read me, Lieutenant Bowie? This is Bowie to Bowie Do you hear me out there, man? This is Bowie back to Bowie I read you loud and clear, man Ooh yeah, man! Your signal's weak on my radar screen How far out are you, man? I'm pretty far out That's pretty far out, man Ooh- ah- ooh! I'm orbiting Pluto Ooh- ah- ooh! Drawn in by its groovitational (Groovitational pull) I'm jamming out with the Mick Jagger-nauts Ooh, and they think it's pretty cool Are you okay, Bowie? What was that sound? I don't know, man Ooh, it's the craziest scene Yeah, I'm picking it up on my LSD screen Can you see the stratosphere ringing? To the choir of Afronauts singing Bowie's in space Bowie's in space Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie's in space Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie Eena-ma-ma-meena-mina-mowie Phasers on funky Eena-ma-ma-meena-mina-mowie Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-Bowie's in Space
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J: Ooohhh....ooooh....
I just wanna, I just wanna
B: Just wanna do something special for
J: Ooohhh....ooooh.... I just wanna, I just wanna B: Just wanna do something special for all the Ladies in the World J: Oh yes (J) B: Just wanna do somethin' special J: Ah (J) B: For all the Ladies in the world J: Is that possible? (J) B: And the gir-rls Don't forget them girls J: Caribbean B: (Ladies) J: Parisian B: (Ladies) J: Bolivian B: (Ladies) J: Namibian B: (Ladies) J: Eastern Indochinian B: (Ladies) J: Republic of Dominican B: (Ladies) J: Amphibian B: (Ladies) J: Presbyterian B: (Ladies) J: Outta sight B: Amazin' ladies J: Late night B: Hard workin' ladies J: Erudite B: Brainy ladies J: Hermaphrodite B: Lady-man-ladies J: Oh you sexy hermaphrodite lady-man-ladies With your sexy lady bits And your sexy man bits too Even you must be in to you ooo ooo B+J: All the ladies in the world I wanna get next to you Show you some gratitude By makin' love to you it's the least we can do... B+J: If every soldier in the wo-orld Put down his weapon and picked up a woman What a peaceful world this world would be-eee... B+J: Redheads not warheads Blondes not bombs We're talkin' about brunettes not fighter jets J: Oooh Oooh it's got to be Sweet 16's not M-16's When will the governments realize it's got to be funky sexy ladies? B: I have a vision and all I can see Is all of you with 'a all of me In a world of peace and harmony Where every lady gets a little piece of Bret-y J: I've been to Paris, Wellington and Amsterdam And a wham-bam, Merci, Danke, thank 'a you ma'm I don't care if you're ugly or you're skanky or you're small I just wanna do a little something special for y'all... B + J:All the ladies, in the world, you deserve it, Girrrrrrl...
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Inner city life, inner city pressure
The concrete world is starting to get ya
The city i
Inner city life, inner city pressure The concrete world is starting to get ya The city is alive, the city is expanding, Living in the city can be demanding, You've pawned everything, everything you own, Your toothbrush, jar, and a camera phone You don't know where you're going You cross the street You don't know why you did, You walk back across the street. Standing in the sitting room, totally skint And your favorite jersey is covered in lint You want to sit down, but you sold your chair So you just stand there You just stand there You just stand there Inner Inner city Inner city pressure Inner city pressure Counting coins on the counter of the 7-11, From a quarter past six 'til a quarter to seven, The manager Bevan starts to abuse me Hey man, I just want some Muesli, Neon signs, hidden messages, Questions, answers, fetishes, You know you're not in high finance, Considering getting second hand underpants, Check your mind, how'd it get so bad? What happened to those other underpants you had, Look in your pockets, haven't found a cent yet, Landlords on your balls, have you paid your rent yet? Inner Inner city Inner city pressure Inner city pressure So you think maybe you'll be a prostitute, Just to pay for your lessons, you're learning the flute, The ladies won't pay you very much for this, Looks like you'll never be a concert flautist, You don't measure up to the expectation When you're unemployed there's no vacation No one cares, no one sympathizes You just stay home and play synthesizers. Inner Inner city Inner city pressure Inner city pressure Inner Inner city Inner city pressure Inner city pressure
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Both parts of "Robots," a song featured in the pilot episode of Flight of the Conchords. I
Both parts of "Robots," a song featured in the pilot episode of Flight of the Conchords. It's also the ninth track on their self-titled full length that was released in April.
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Too many mutha uckas
Uckin' with my shi-
There's too many mutha uckas
Uckin' with my sh
Too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- There's too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- Uckin' with my shi- Too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- With my shi- How many mutha uckas? Too many to count Mutha uckas I pay my mutha uckin' rent fortnightly Mutha uckas at the bank trying to play me And I'm out for my account 'Cause out on A.P On AP Yeah, you know me Mutha ucka charge a two buck transaction fee Makes my payment short My rent comes back to me Minus a twenty-five dollar penalty So you'll see me 'cause of your mutha uckin' fee Read the words On my ATM slip, it said We're all mutha uckas And we're uckin' with your shi- Too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- My transaction shi-! There's too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- My weekly statement shi-! My weekly statement shi-! Too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- With my balance shi-! How many mutha uckas? Too many to count Mutha uckas The mutha ucka runs a racist uckin' grocery The mutha ucka won't sell an apple to a Kiwi The shi- fight's gonna get vicious and malicious Cut the cra- ... I need my red delicious Tells me as a Kiwi that my money isn't valid Gonna dice the mutha ucka like a mutha uckin' fruit salad Then... ... Granny Smith... ... ...an avocado... ... b-... -a... ... ...a mango... ... Then pop an apple in his ass, yeah! Too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- I'm gonna juice the mutha ucka There's too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- He's gonna wake up in a smoothie Too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my (beatboxing) Everybody come on! Too many mutha uckas uckin' with my shhhhh
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I'm the mother flippin' Rhymenocerous
My beats are fly and
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I'm the mother flippin' Rhymenocerous My beats are fly and the birds are on my back And I'm horny I'm horny If you choose to proceed you will indeed concede Cos I hit you with my flow The Wild Rhino Stampede. I'm not just wild, I'm trained, Domesticated I was raised by a rapper and rhino that dated And subsequently procreated That's how it goes Here's the Hiphopopotamus The hip hop hippo They call me the Hiphopopotamus My lyrics are bottomless They call me the Hiphopopotamus Flows that glow like phosphorous Poppin' off the top of this esophagus Rockin' this metropolis I'm not a large water-dwelling mammal Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis? Did Steve tell you that, perchance? Steve. My rhymes and records they don't get played Because my records and rhymes they don't get made And if you rap like me you don't get paid And if you roll like me you don't get laid. My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist But you lovely bitches and hoes should know I'm trying to correct this. Other rappers dis me Say my rhymes are sissy. Why? Why? Why? What? Why exactly? What? Why? Be more constructive with your feedback, please. Why? Why? Why, because I rap about reality? Like me and my grandma drinking a cup of tea? There ain't no party like my nanna's tea party. Hey! Ho! I'm the motherflippin' I'm the motherflippin' I'm the motherflippin' Who's the motherflippin? I'm the motherflippin' I'm the motherflippin' I'm the motherflippin' Motherflippin'
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