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Letra de la canción 'FUNKY FRESH COUNTRY CLUB' de 'UGLY KID JOE'


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Funky fresh tunes
and youand're walking down the street
and youand're trying to find the girl
that you really want to meet
Youand're flying past the reef
and youand're drinking shrunking heads
you wake up in the morning
and you wish that you were dead
As you stagger home
in the blackest form of night
the rollers out in force baby
theyand're looking for a fight
You try to play the game
you try to pass the test
but the only thing in sight baby
is the sight of your arrest
Jail cell - living hell
cains off me iand'm free
doing time - one more time
mine, all mine, all mine
Now the country club is cold
and the country club is mean
the attendants at the country club
ainand't something to be seen
If youand're messing with my girl
youand're messing with your life
cause iand'm gonna cut you
with a big, big knife
you bet your fuckinand' life!
Now as you stagger home
in the blackest form of night
the rollers out in force baby
theyand're looking for a fight
You try to play the game
you try to pass the test
but the only thing in sight baby
is the sight of your arrest
Jail cell - living hell
cains off me iand'm free
doing time - one more time
mine, all mine, all mine
I wanna tell you a story baby
i hope you wanna hear
i wanna tell you a story baby
i hope you wanna hear
Going downtown in the back of a car
some mothaand'fuckaand' left the door ajar
remember what your parents said
be home by eight and in your bed
Now as you stagger home
in the blackest form of night
the rollers out in force baby
theyand're looking for a fight
You try to play the game
you try to pass the test
but the only thing in sight baby
is the sight of your arrest
Jail cell - living hell
cains off me iand'm free
doing time - one more time
mine, all mine, all mine