you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul Hey buddy
My friend had a girlfriend, she liked her drink Sucked the head off her lager, threw me a wink And she said to me, "Buddy, what's your sign?" I was off
stained coat is tribute to His final sacrifice His body may be past its peak But his soul's in paradise So long, little Jo Adios, buckeroo Ten-four, good buddy
Rocket fuel, rocket fuel Buddy, I'm runnn? on a rocket fuel I'm flyin? high and feelin? cool Buddy, I'm running My mom works, my dad?s gone So, I skip
took for granted and the world is weighing heavy on my mind As I hold and kiss my woman and caress our healthy children I feel sympathy For the lonely souls
that you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul
, my queen My essence, my coach, my playa, my team My buddy, my baby, my lovey, my lady My shelter, my helper, my pain, I felt you My diamond, my gold, my Zion, my soul
' in the country slam and this is the bigtime The judge didn't believe how imprtant I am he gave me bigtime And in the bunk above me there is a poor tempted soul
, trying to fish 'em out You want it now, you need it all right now Show up late for your late show interview Wake up, make up, buddy look at you Gotta
' to work on Monday Check it out Got yourself a family Check it out All utility bills have been paid You can't tell your best buddy that you love him
't nothin' gonna stop us now We on a roll with syncopated soul power Got to have syncopated soul power All you need is syncopated soul power Soul power, soul power Soul power, soul
s show them like we used to You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus One half science, and another half soul
'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we
wall Who's the baddest female of them all? It was Frosted Flake, she loved to bowl And although her skin was white she had a lot of soul Rich female,
I'm, sewin jeans And, 1st and 15 is just a sewin machine So I, cut the pattern and I, sew in seams And, button in this hustlin then publically I'm Buddy
sill And dryin' her washin' on a limb from a hickory tree Things like my daddy takin' his lunch to work in a paper sack And tellin' all of his buddies