The Pimps

The Pimps - Dancin' For Nickels songtekst

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Dancin for Nickels

It all begins with a Pabst and a lucky
Strike up the band
my old man still swingin
back up the van
He planned on workin till hes 85
Laid down for a nap
And then work up to find one day he died
And gone to Hell
oh well oh well its just as well
tare you up and down a ladder
aint so easy to sell
you never fell
but let me tell you all the stories hed sell
and I can never do them justice
I can hardly spell

He always told me You can grow to be the President son
And I believed for just a moment it could really be done
But I was young and there was so much that mattered to me
But He could see it just wasnt what I wanted to be
No guarantee
Returns or refunds you might be amazed
You might be slightly disappointed at the end of your day
Raise your bottle raise your glass or raise whatevers at hand
And understand this is a toast for your average man
Well Ill be damned
Well Ill be damned

If I
If I follow right up in your foot steps
Will I weave right over the edge
Will I
Well I
Guess I fail with flying colors
Just another one of your roadside sobriety tests

He had more wives than hed recliners
Pulled his own teeth out with pliers
Covered one eye when hes drivin
Just to stay between the lines
He claimed I dont need no reminders
He was feelin kinda tired
Kicked his feet up and expired
Still got paid for over time
All good and fine
Who can sign his check
Or fill this hole inside my chest
Or clean up this depressing mess
His watches and his shoes
Go through his closet and his dresser drawers
And realize life is nothing more
Than work shirts with your name embroidered
And maybe just one good suit
Just one good suit
Maybe just one good suit
Just one good suit

It all should end with a steak and a union srike
Up a match
Ill burn this fucker down
To grit and ash
smother the facts
If anyone should try to ask
Cover my ass
With more than just a pair of cotton slacks
Cut em in half
Dont even laugh track
Bring em back
How did the past
Come back to catch me if Im movin fast
Foot in a cast
Foot in my ass
I think I understand
Corn in a can
A honey buttered ham
Thank you ma am
Ill be damned
Well Ill be damned
Well Ill be damned
Well Ill be damned

If I
If I follow right up in your foot steps
Will I weave right over the edge
Will I
Well i
Guess I fail with flying colors
Just another one of your roadside sobriety tests

If I
If I follow right up in your foot steps
Will I weave right over the edge
Will I
Well i
Guess I fail with flying colors
Just another one of your roadside sobriety tests
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Honkey Kong Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1999

Taal: Engels

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