up Like Bill Bigsby, chicks be waitin for queen backs Not one for compromisin or barely survivin Sex, Videotapes & Lies while I'm drivin [Chorus x2] [Mic Vandals
Clowns are neato clowns are fun Clowns are loved by everyone Cops n' commies even fags Everybody loves a gag Clowns everywhere are freakin' out In parades
Collecting dust inside that liquor store 'till you bought it for me A decanter full of whiskey in the image of the King <a href="http://www.testimania
only talk awhile Cause the phone gets like a greased up hog and the bill's a country mile [Chorus] Now he went off atourin', 'cause the Vandals gotta
With 800 pounds on 18 wheels After 800 miles you know how it feels To have your rear so numb you gotta poke it To see if it's still there Well it's one
Alligator skins, crocodile hides, good ol' boys, and their Southern brides City folk come for the lure of the bounty But they don't come back 'cause
anarchy, kill a cat shoot james brady in the back raise an army of rabid rats beat your neighbor with a bat anarchy burger hold the government anarchy
then I hit him with my chair So if your honey fancies hippies well here's all you need to know Stay clear of L.A. Guns & Roses, take her to a Vandals
Gonna change the world With my hockey stick Gonna make a real difference Feed the poor and heal the sick I'll practice in my yard Or in the showers
I'm kinda desperate. You might have sensed it From the tone of my voice. It's a disaster. I got no answers. I'm kinda left with no choice. I'm doing
[Originally by Ramones] Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go They're ready to go now <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni
I want to be a Cowboy I got to be a Cowboy I'm born to be a Cowboy I want to be a Cowboy A Cowboy! Uh-huh Tonight we're taking me fast car Were gonna
To all the kids with Headgear and braces and freckly faces (Wa-oo wa-oo) Glasses and acne and foster care families (Wa-oo wa-oo) Eating disorders who
There she stood she was a vision a picture of perfection so I made the big decision I'm going to talk to her I have to show to her it could be magic
Families lock their doors in fear that criminals might get them But this Christmas rest assured that I will have my own protection. I'll get a gun for
A thousand miles of desert- a million tons of sand A few less pounds of woman- a tired broken man A parching thrist that water couldn't quench My desert
I'm Palm Palm head and I wrote one good song But that was almost 20 years ago I tried and I tried to follow it up But you know how those sophomore jinxes
driving in our airstream we're a band on the road with equipment, roadies, a manager we've got a heavy load airstream! airstream! airstream! get out