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GRETCHEN WILSON lyrics - Here For The Party

Here For The Party

Original and similar lyrics
Well I'm an eight ball shooting double fisted drinking son of a gun I wear My jeans a little tight Just to watch the little boys come undone Im here for the beer and the ball busting band Gonna get a little crazy just because I can [Chorus] You know im here for the party And i aint leavin til they throw me out Gonna have a little fun gonna get me some You know im here, im here for the party I may not be a ten but the boys say i clean up good And if i gave em half a chance for some rowdy romance you know they would Ive been waiting all week just to have a good time So bring on them cowboys and their pick up lines [repeat chorus] Dont want no purple hooter shooter just some jack on the rocks Dont mind me if i start that trashy talk [repeat chorus twice]

Halloween

Mc Vapour
Olash! Whos ready?Whos ready?uh ha! b.o.d wit mc vapour flava for the ravea dida da danger danger mr ava rava ha do you like da sound of emotion you no y it was written in da paper this weekend coz ive bin drivin me mum and dad round the bend all they eva needed was a hand to lend but its all good now coz there on the mend there was first me mum nomber 1 the series i rated and she went on she was ......i was bringing on she woud holla at this guy say ur not my son my dad woud just holla get hot unda da colla spit when he shat in my face he wudnt swalla money gotta borrow ill pay ya bak 2mora i no i hav a dolla the pay not gettin betta my sis stuck in the middle of all this didnt wanna witness family business all the sickness of family business business from the family i ris false fm gonna make you say stu gotta lock ur doors gonna cum throu your roof and if u be unrude gonna lose ur tooth need lots of proof gotta we gonna hide ur kids take ur life burn your house rape ur wife but not gonna be blunt be sharp as a knife false fm tuppiside. bass line. b.o.d. going on sly and you know y u avnt spotted me yet coz im 2 damn small im sittin on ur lights in da hallway wall 2 out of the way 2 b noticed at all can u guess wat it iz yet.....fly on the wall interferin i can hear wat ur sayin i didnt say bull durin the playin eyes on the kids wen there outside playin payin attention 2 attention there payin sum say im lousey sum say im rude keep payin me in the hand till i move 2 da grove 2 l8 mate my grove been chosed stop tellin me 2 go away im not in the mood im jus a fly on the wall mate thats my job so give me a piece on ur corn on da cob or take it up da batty hole from me and my mob and u dnt get a say so......shut ur gob. Just like that, this one fat and its b.o.d on the slipmat. Ahh the next ones fat aswell. This one! This one! Vote for vapour vote for vapour if ya dont wanna vote i kant make ya. slater neva gonna rate ya coz i hate ya rate ya vapour milkshake uh ha misbehavin array to the sound that i made make me live like a slave in a cave you made me turn in my grave u no y iv bin kidnapped no1s gonna set me free let me be on the mic to mc taking all my lyrics well away from me theyr neva gonna let my girlfriend stay with me they detest me they say u dont impress me 25 gretchins who all wanna test me press me to a table let the women all malest me caress me undress me time after time wrigling and jiggling to the bassline change on my roof so i tie up your eye and my spine and hanging around the waistline so please god show me a sign am i gonna b ok i dont wanna b here they all stink of beer and id ratha stay the hell away blow them away DJ! trying to blow them away for the y2k b.o.d next one! uh ha!

Work It Remix

50 CENT
{*scratching*} DJ please, pick up your phone I'm on the request line {*scratching*} [50 Cent] G U-nit! [Missy] This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (Come on) [Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it {*'I put my thing down, flip and reverse it' - backwards 2X*} If you got a big [elephant], let me search ya To find out how hard I gotta work ya {*'I put my thing down, flip and reverse it' - backwards 2X*} [50 Cent] (Missy) (REMIX) Unh Yeah Now Missy she too much for me (I'm freaky) She took me to to the crib man, she told me (eat me) Now my babymama I told her ass not to beat me Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT Next time I'll hit her in that G5 TRUCK I've got the magicstick, I can go for hours From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club [Missy] I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha See my hips and my tips don'tcha See my ass and my lips don'tcha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah Boy oh boy its good to know ya [repeat chorus] [Verse 2] If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah Listen up close while I take you backwards {*'Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards' - backwards*} I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of funk Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [Chorus] [Verse 3] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys {??} thanga thang, {??} thanga thang Girls, girls, get that cash If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah Prince couldn't get me change my name papa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir Picture black sayin, 'Oh yessuh massa' Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man, big men can outlast ya Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matt-ah Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon [Chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that {*scratching*} To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God

The Party

Godley And Creme
Ding dong, ding dong Hi! Hey! Sorry we're late You're not the first Oh Great! Hey listen I'm sorry but we can't stay late so we parked in the middle at the top by the gate on the grass with the crass Volkswagen estate Whose is it? Mine! You're kidding, it's great! (Jesus) I just love the way he's used the car like an empty canvas and let the rust eat itself into the overall design with such devastating spontaneity David you're ignoring me, come here Who do you have to fuck to get a drink 'round here? It's art David, neo-functional mannerism cerebral but oblique it's one star four owner shagged out chic one star four owner shagged out chic one star four owner shagged out chic one star four owner shagged out chic one star four owner shagged out chic one star four owner shagged out chic You're a cocksucker Michael you are what you eat David! Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong Darling, darling, Hi darling Hello darling John! Ben! John! Sandy! John! Somerset! John! Weekend! John! Wendy! John! Kevin! Got any? No but I've got champagne! Hi, hi, hi there. Damn it I know you're in a bit of a spot and you're used to the Merc and the Moet and the yacht and it must be a blow to the ego, what! But forget about this video rot and write yourselves a hit or three like I'm Not in Paris or The Dean and Me I mean really I don't like your stuff very much it's too avant garde and aggressive and butch I prefer a gentle and melodic touch but the kids today have got their ears in their crutch If it's not robots singing in Dutch it's Adam and the Ants and Starsky and Hutch By the way here's your present, Thanks very much Now who's here? The Prews, the Magoos, the Targetts and the Benmen Johnny Peruvian, Marathon Man, Blonde and the dangerous cameraman Hello. The Prews, the Magoos, the Targetts, and the Benmen Brando, Banacek, Pusher, Taker, Student Prince and cocktail shaker Hello. The Prews, the Magoos, the Targetts, and the Benmen Tim Clinch Vicar's son, Prince Buster meets Tweedledum... Hello. The Prews, the Magoos, the Targetts, and the Benmen Well Jesus Christ is that the time I could have sworn it was only twenty to nine Hello Susan darling you look divine Anyway we'd better be off before we get blocked in so give our regards to the Paul and the Lynnes and the swankys and the chatters and the Tequila twins sorry Attilla's brides Anyway must go, must fly, don't drink yourselves to death but the baby is allergic to the babysitter's breath and she'll have her boyfriend in a vice-like grip on the backgammon table sucking guacamole dip through the holes in his stockings, isn't it shocking! Champagne. I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party Oh boy my skin feels about an inch thick, how about you Ben? I'm fine, another line? Why is everybody talking in speech balloons and disappearing in Tequila fumes Another line? Fine. I love you Ben, let me count the ways whoops here comes the Spaghetti Bolognaise So I'm stuck in the toilet with Rick and I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be I think I'm gonna be, it's gonna be, I'm gonna be, it's gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, it's gonna be so long Rick It's gonna be me and the bowl, me and the bowl me and the never ending bowl me and the bowl me and the bowl me and the never ending bowl me and the bowl me and the bowl me and the never ending bowl I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party I hope the whole world comes to my birthday party *********************************************************************** Administrator of Minestrone: The 10cc/Godley Creme mailing list

Right In The Middle

LUTHER VANDROSS "Dance With My Father"
If you always do what you've always done, you'll always get the same old stuff Life can treat you good, then turn as cold as ice And believe me when I tell you This thing called love, for sure, is like most things in life Not all bad, not all good (it's just something that I believe) Not all cold, not all hot (yeah, I like that) Not all bitter, not all sweet (sounds all right to me) So don't miss all the good, waiting for the best, there's still happiness Right in the middle Perfect love sounds real nice But that never seemed to happen with any relationship of mine It was always up and down, in then out And after the last goodbye, I still didn't know what it was all about You get disappointed if it ain't bliss all the time And you get so annoyed if you can't feel the same every night Not all bad, not all good (I'm tryin' to tell you that it's) Not all high, not all low (not all high and not all low) Not all heaven, not all hell (as far as I can tell) It's not some prize you win, you don't have a thing to prove, just enjoy the groove Right in the middle ‘Cause I've learned when it comes to love, it's the exact same reality That's why they say 'Que sera, sera' Which means whatever's gonna be is gonna be Whatever's gonna be is gonna be… Not all bad, not all good (I need somebody to understand) Not all sunshine, not all rain (you know that too much of a good thing is really no good) Not all laughter, not all tears (I'm only trying to tell you) To let your good times roll, keep your self-control, there's a lotta soul Right in the middle

South Dakota

JAMES MCMURTRY "Complicated Game"
It was the 23rd of May and I heard the sergeant say, "Fuck it, round up the usual suspects and call it a day We've got no time to mess around And I'm not dying in this shit hole town for a soldier's pay" it was too good to be true, but my discharge came through And I was on the first bird out that I could find Rode that C-17 into Stuttgart Fall roundup on my mind When my brothers picked me up We got way deep in our cups We must've tore old Rapid city down My big brother Jack said "Boy it's good to see you back What you gonna do now,what you gonna do now?" [Chorus:] Because there ain't much between the Pole and South Dakota And barbed wire won't stop the wind You won't get nothing here but broke and older If I was you I might re-up again Well, we had good rain this year Dad fed in some charolais steers got them way cheap out of Texas Because of the drouth We put them out on oats They hadn't yet grown their winter coats away down south It was barely even fall But that blizzard got them all Left them sprawled across the pasture Stiff as boards You take a sharp knife in your hand Skin them out while you still can And curse the lord Curse the lord [Chorus] These old hides are not worth much So we'll pitch them off the truck Pile them up by the horse trough in the lot Because they sell by the pound They weigh like lead if you wet them down And they're all we got With a gas lease or two we might've just made due But there's nothing under this ground worth a dime Now the sheriff's on his way and it's damn sure not our day It's just our time [Chorus]

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