oil slick on the water Is band to ease my worried mind - Harmonica and Guitar Solo - The air is filled with poison The sea is thick with grease Somewhere
't heartless You don't want no part in this, you ain't got it in ya I'm born to be a sinner As I move through these evil New York streets Like grease
the sparkling coast From the blank interior Everybody's either talking in code Or getting ready to explode And she was singing in a five-piece band
Running like hell away from the smell Hot blast out your ass that they're talking with cavity creep looking for victims Band over and over to give you
enough, get out! and leave our ground once and for all You're greasing the media machine, with vicious rumours of our scene You bring our band to your
want an order of fries with a side of grease I wish for peace throughout this land I want the whole fuckin' world in my hands I want a band like the
man who sells the potions I'm just the one who plays the songs Now they generally buys The bigger size They usually rub it in I drank it once, it tasted Like grease
Well, I was sittin' in a smokey room, band playin' rock n' roll Everybody burnin', yearnin' for some alcohol I got up to buy the wine, when I saw Shirley
momma so fat she has to use a VCR as a beeper!Yo momma so fat she broke her leg, and gravy poured out! Yo momma so fat they have to grease the bath tub
[French Montana:] Huh Huhhh (huh) Uh (uh) Uh [Verse 1: French montana] 100 grand, rubber band A nigga low, a wanted man Sure you're right, I know ya
Look out your window, baby, there's a scene you'd like to catch, The band is playing "Dixie," a man got his hand outstretched. Could be the Fuhrer Could
ahora anda sola, por ahi llorando como una loca ahi no la greas su llanto y ahora anda sola ay, por ahi llorando como una loca ahi no la greas su llanto
Running' around dancing' in tights And I noticed the crew And the band playing' down below And I realized I was in a rock video So I went and joined the band
And come and play the hardware in time Cause the doctor said give him jug band music It seems to make him feel just fine I was floatin' in the ocean Greased
ain't heartless you dont want no part in this you ain't got it in ya I'm born to be a sinner as I move through these evil New York streets like grease
i cant forget shit i get from other bands i cant forget kicken dope in a cargo van memphis winter in a frigidare it gives me more character pissed out
creased I want a order of fries with a side of grease I wish for peace throughout this land I want the whole fuckin world in my hand I want a band like