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hydroponic weed smoked through Clorox bleach soul is only clean when your lungs have seized identity revealed when the bombs are complete last tortured
days giving all- that we can give wishing we- could do this more a short few times a year facing our parents fears throwing all caution in the wind coke bongs
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Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong and take hits from the boooong
shake it up, bongo gal ooh, that's unforgettable Bongo gal, ooh Walk it up, push it up, bongo gal, ooh push it up, bongo gal, ooh shake it up, bongo
(feat. Baby Blak, Paul Yams) Feel my blood and tears But my love is the drug that got me loved and revered from thugs for years It's the game yo [Chorus
ihr: Chorous: I'm the Bongo-Boy, I'm the Bongo-Boy, wenn ich trommle fliegt dass Heu. Im the Bongo-Boy I'm the Bongo-Boy, und ich fuhl' mich gut dabei
I was sittin' in a breakfast room in Allentown, Pennsylvania, six o'clock in the morning, got up too early, it was a terrible mistake... sittin' there
No more credit From the liquor store Suit is all dirty, boy Shoes is all wore Tired and lonely, my Heart is all sore Advance romance I can't stand it
I coulda swore her hair was made of rayon She wore a Milton Bradley Crayon But she was something I could lay on Can't remember what became of me . . .
Out in Cucamonga Many years ago Near a Holy Roller Church There was once a place Where me and a couple of friends Began practicing for the time We might
Debra Kadabra Say she's a witch Shit-ass Charlotte! Ain't that a bitch? Debra Kadabra -Haw, that's rich! Jone, a rancho granny, Shook her wrinkled fanny
(Don Van Vliet) Are you with me on this, people? The man with the woman head Polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out, a mixture of Oriental and
The Muffin Man is seated at the table In the laboratory of the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen . . . Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon He gathers
Poofter's Froth, Wyoming March Eleven Sixty-Seven Take a letter Miss Abetter As our pigeons Will be homing To our jobbers in Dakota And to Merwyn, Minnesota
saleable everyday pencils. I wish I had a pair 'o bongos! Bongo Fury! Bongo Fury! Oowwwww! Bongo Fury! (Boogie!) Bongo Fury! Bongo Fury . . . Bongo Fury
the street I didn't give a shit she got my first name wrong She only wants me for my Bucket Bong She only wants me for my Bucket Bong And when we're
