Collection's Lyrics by Gourds, The
Gourds, The Lyrics
Collections gettin’ to be a drag
Nickles, dimes and buttons
Get the bottles curbside on Tuesday
Bee sting stickers
Honey outta liquors
Whoa, I can’t fly straight
But I sure gots the mother lode
Meanwhile back at the hive
Do a little dance, talk a little jive
Light a punk blow shit up
Compile consolidate U-Haul up to heaven’s gate
Dead man’s clothes are cheap I wear ‘em
Mustard stains are deep yellow
Think about the one who wore it
Sloppy no doubt what I can’t figure out
Is the Pythagorean Theorem dump this carry that
One is skinny eight is fat
Asshole tell me to do the math
This here the difficult third verse
Jolly Joel drink his cappuccino
Gourds, The Chords
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