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Easy Sailin'
03:46
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You and me, we're gonna make it on the run
On the run baby, we're under the gun
Gotta cut outta town and get on the water
On my boat in the sun and the water we'll ride together
Easy sailin'
My mustache is blowin' in the breeze
My white pants flowin' in the breeze
Breezy breezy love a flowin' and a growin'
Easy sailin'
You look beautiful in your tube top and white pants
Sunglasses reflecting our daiquiri glasses
Makin' sweet love in the sun on the deck
While my friends take pictures to send in to Hustler
Easy sailin'
My silk shirt blowin' in the breeze
My long hair flowin' in the breeze
Breezy breezy love a flowin' and a growin'
Easy sailin'
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Daisy Maloney
00:14
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She's like the breeze callin' me into the trees
She's like the tide takin' me for a love ride
She's like the breeze, she's like the tide
I can't decide which one of these things she's most like
On one hand she's more like the tide
Makin' her moves when the moon comes out
On the other hand she's more like the breeze
Liftin' me up with the wind of her wings
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On Tops In Safety
02:28
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Get ready!
I wear my helmet on my bike
And big fancy gloves and the like
I don't do wheelies like that crazy fuck Mike
That's why I'm on tops in safety
I buckle my seatbelt and sit up straight
When the sign says don't walk I stand there and wait
I think that putting plastic on my head is really great
That's why I'm on tops in safety
On tops in safety
On tops in safety
On tops in safety
On tops in safety yeah
(wicked solo)
I never get into a car with a stranger
I always make sure I'm in sight of a forest ranger
When I grow up I'll drive 55 not like Sammy Hagar
On tops in safety
On tops in safety
On tops in safety
On tops in fuckin' safety yeah
On tops in safety yeah
On tops on tops in safety in safety on tops on tops in safety I'm not fuckin' around here
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Maitre'd
03:00
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This restaurant is pretty cool, I like it's food
Except for the maitre'd
He makes me feel like a damn fool and he's quite rude
That stupid old maitre'd
That maitre'd the maitre'd maitre'd the maitre'd the maitre'd the maitre'd that stupid scum suckin' ass lickin' maitre'd that ass lickin' maitre'd maitre'd that ass lickin' maitre'd
I asked for a table for four there's four people I say
I asked him the maitre'd
He told me to get my ass out the door and take my Indian friends with me like we were gay
That scum suckin' maitre'd that maitre'd the maitre'd the maitre'd
Maitre'd the maitre'd that scum suckin' boot lickin' maitre'd that maitre'd that maitre'd that ass fuckin' rim jobbin' maitre'd oh yeah oh yeah that matire'd the maitre'd
I said I'd like to make a reservation
That's what I said to the maitre'd
He said he doesn't like people like me in the nation
And I should go back to my Indian reservation
And I'm not even Indian that fuckin' prick the maitre'd
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Freya Crivellone
00:26
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Gold
03:52
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Smooth Sailin'
03:45
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Same as Easy Sailin' but the chorus changed to "Smooth" from "Easy".
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The Sharp Chuckies New Lebanon, New York
FACT: THE SHARP CHUCKIES ARE THE MOST HANDSOMEST ALL-MALE ROCK GROUP FROM THE EASTERN UPSTATE NEW YORK / WESTERN
MASSACHUSETTS REGION.
The Sharp Chuckies were conceptualizationed in their hometown of New Lebanon, New York, way back in 1988. Since then, the band has been providing its several fans with the top style of rock 'n' roll available.
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