This here song is by that cracker band Limp Bizkit. I'm not really up on
that band, but dang me! The guy who wrote Full Nelson musta spent a lotta
time with Thing. He shoulda called the song "My Pal Thing".


Why is everybody always picking on me?
Does anybody really know a thing about me?
One of these days we'll be in the same place
In the same place punk, at the very same time
And when it takes place
And you wanna talk ****
Then step your ass up, and say it right to my face

You'll get knocked the **** out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash
Knocked straight the **** out
Cause your mouth's writing checks that your ass can't cash

I ain't believing all the **** you been talking 'bout me
Don't even know me, and still you're talking **** about me
One of these days I'm gonna catch you in the act
In the act, red handed
Caught up in the act, punk
And that'll be the day, the one and only day
Then step your ass up, and say it right to my face


etc.

Regular Johnny Mercer, he is....not!

In . com,
wrote :

Regular Johnny Mercer, he is....not!


The spleen exacerbates George's Muse. Pagiarist Muse, but Muse anyway...

;-)

In . com,
wrote :

Regular Johnny Mercer, he is....not!

Spleen exacerbates George's muse. A cheap pastiche Muse that true, but Muse
anyway...

;-)