Oh, yeah.
Alright.
Somebody’s Heine’ is crowdin’ my icebox.
Somebody’s cold one is givin’ me chills.
Guess I’ll just close my eyes.
Oh, yeah.
Alright.
Feels good… inside.
Flip on the tele’.
Wrestle with Jimmy.
Something is bubbling
Behind my back.
The bottle is ready to blow.
[chorus]
Say it ain’t so.
Your drug is a heartbreaker.
Say it ain’t so.
My love is a life taker.
I can’t confront you.
I never could do
That which might hurt you.
So try and be cool
When I say
This way is a waterslide away from me that takes you further everyday.
So be cool.
[chorus]
Dear Daddy,
I write you in spite of years of silence.
You’ve cleaned up, found Jesus, things are good oh so I hear.
This bottle of Steven’s awakens ancient feelings.
Like father, step-father, the son is drowning in the flood.
Yeah… yeah, yeah… yeah, yeah…
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