Hymie's Basement
Hymie's Basement - All Them Boys songtekst
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Spit that gum into the sun, Walk in a circle a perfect gun. All them boys and all they noise, All them boys and all they noise. Right now, i am not installing a carborator in my uncle's minibus, I guess I could be enclosing the porch. I could be applying for a job at the provident bank, or having my cuticles cut my asian women for twenty bucks... Spit that gum into the sun, Walk in a circle a perfect gun. All them boys and all they noise, Right now, I'm not clearing land in a costa rican rainforest for american logging companies, chainsaw in hand (what are my options?). I guess that I could chaperone the boys choir's field trip to busch gardens. Atlantic city, fist full of beach sand, bucket: Dead jellyfish (ventnor). oakercroak island. I guess I could... Spit that gum into the sun, Walk in a circle a perfect gun. All them boys and all they noise, All them boys and all they noise.