Wannabe Gangster
i am a wannabe
you better be careful around me
i come from far away where mustang dreams are made
and we are fashioned in the image of the don's who have come before us
we all kiss the rings of sand like our fathers told us
'cause i'm a wannabe gangstar better go back to commack
i'm a wannabe gangstar better go back to commack
i'm a wannabe gangstar better go back to commack better go back to far away
like a lemon pie a la mode my nine is easy to load
aall hail jericho
turnpike teck
that's where i go to learn the things about the universe i'll need
so i can build a stamped
'cause i'm all up in your face again i'm all up in your face
'cause i'm a wannabe gangstar better go back to commack
i'm a wannabe gangstar better go back to commack
i'm a wannabe gangstar better go back to commack better go back to far away
a wannabe gangstar a victim of the chromosome prankster
i thanks ya i sits back in my chair to contemplate my hair
ooh damn i reak of cologne
but yo i'm lookin' snappy i'm nappy i'm crappy got jimmy hats from pappy
so now i'm trigger happy
girl did he just rhyme 'crappy' with 'happy'
yeah so you girlies wanna get wit this nit wit got cheese whiz or not
then i'm a hafta blow up ya mail box biatch
or toilet paper ya front yard show the cops my suburbs card
they gotta let me go cause they know that i'm hard
it's the deal it's for real ya betta listen to what i'm tellin' ya
'cause i'm a wannabe gangstar
'cause i'm a wannabe gangstar better go back to commack
i'm a wannabe gangstar better go back to commack
i'm a wannabe gangstar better go back to commack better go back to far away
song performed by by Wheatus
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Chained To You
We were standing all alone you were leaning in to speak to me
Acting like a mover shaker dancing to Madonna then you kissed me
And I think about it all the time
Sweet temptation rush all over me
And I think about it all the time
Passion desire so intense I can't take anymore because
I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe
I've got to be chained to you
And when you looked into my eyes felt a sudden sense of urgency
Fascination casts a spell and you became more than just a mystery
And I think about you all the time
Is this fate is it my destiny
That I think about you all the time
I no longer pretend to have my hand on the wheel because
I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe
I've got to be chained to you
I feel the magic building around you
I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe
I've got to be chained to you
And I think about you all the time
And I think about you all the time
Yeah I think about it all the time
Tell me it's madness I barely know you
We were standing all alone you were leaning in to speak to me
Ten steps back you're still a mystery
Acting live a mover shaker dancing to Madonna then you kissed me
I can't take anymore because
I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe
I've got to be chained to you
I feel the magic building around you
I feel the magic all around you
It's bringing me to my knees
Like a wannabe
I've got to be chained to you
Tell me it's madness
I barely know you
song performed by by Savage Garden from Affirmation
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Pretty Fly For A White Guy
You know it's kind of hard
Just to get along today
Our subject isn't cool
But he fakes it anyway
He may not have a clue
And he may not have style
But everything he lacks
Well he makes up in denial
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world needs wannabe's
So do that brand new thing
He needs some cool tunes
Not just any will suffice
But they didn't have Ice Cube
So he bought Vanilla Ice
Now cruising in his Pinto, he sees homies as he pass
But if he looks twice
They're gonna kick his lily ass
Now he's getting a tattoo
He's gettin' ink done
He asked for a '13', but they drew a '31'
Friends say he's trying too hard
And he's not quite hip
But in his own mind
He's the dopest trip
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world needs wannabe's
The world loves wannabe's
So let's get some more wannabe's
And do that brand new thing
song performed by by Offspring
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Pretty Fly
You know it's kind of hard
Just to get along today
Our subject isn't cool
But he fakes it anyway
He may not have a clue
And he may not have style
But everything he lacks
Well he makes up in denial
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world needs wannabe's
So do that brand new thing
He needs some cool tunes
Not just any will suffice
But they didn't have Ice Cube
So he bought Vanilla Ice
Now cruising in his Pinto, he sees homies as he pass
But if he looks twice
They're gonna kick his lily ass
Now he's getting a tattoo
He's gettin' ink done
He asked for a '13', but they drew a '31'
Friends say he's trying too hard
And he's not quite hip
But in his own mind
He's the dopest trip
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world needs wannabe's
The world loves wannabe's
So let's get some more wannabe's
And do that brand new thing
song performed by by Offspring
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Pretty Fly (Fatboy Slim Remix)
Ggive it to me baby
Uh hu uh hu
Give it to me baby
Uh hu uh hu
Give it to me baby
Ih hu uh hu
And the girls say I'm pretty fly for a white guy
Um, dois, tras, quatro, cinco, cinco, seis
You know it's kind of hard
Just to get along today
Our subject isn't cool
But he fakes it anyway
He may not have a clue
And he may not have style
But everything he lacks
Well he makes up in denial
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you'll know you can always go on ricki lake
The world needs wannabe's
Hey, hey do that brand new thing
give it to me baby
uh hu uh hu
give it to me baby
uh hu uh hu
give it to me baby
uh hu uh hu
and all the girlies say Im pretty fly for a white guy
He needs some cool tunes
Not just any will suffice
But they didn't have ice cube
So he bought vanilla ice
Now cruising in his pinto, he sees homies as he pass
But if he looks twice
They're gonna kick his lily ass
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you'll know you can always go on ricki lake
The world needs wannabe's
The world loves wannabe's
Let's get some more wannabe's
Hey, hey do that brand new thing
Now he's getting a tattoo
He's gettin' ink done
He asked for a '13', but they drew a '31'
Friends say
song performed by by Offspring
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Papa
Look out
Look where you wanna be
Look left
Look where you left me
I should have known
By the ice in your eye
That you warm me up in your so sweet demise and
Nestled in your calculated moonshine
Boy you give good...
Love, plastic love
You're a genuine wannabe
You got it all up your blue sleeve, your sleeve
Love, plastic love
You're a genuine wannabe
You got it all up your blue sleeve
But me
Papa oh papa tonight
Papa oh I'll be alright
Look left
Look where you wanna be
Look out
Look where you left me
I should have known
By the ice in your eye
That you warm me up in your so sweet demise and
Nestled in your calculated moonshine
Boy you give good...
Love, plastic love
You're a genuine wannabe
You got it all up your blue sleeve, your sleeve
Love, plastic love
You're a genuine wannabe
You got it all up your blue sleeve
But me
Papa oh papa tonight
Papa oh I'll be alright
song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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Jiving Around Other Hives
If bees perceived themselves,
To be the honey brought inside the hive...
Instead of playing a part,
Of making that sweet taste come alive.
The realness of the honey,
Would not exist.
And no one would experience the taste of it.
No one would crave the sensation to be kissed.
And all that is that is taken for granted,
From our minds would be dismissed.
So you aint the honey.
You just the bee.
Together we make the honey.
And you may believe,
You can have your honey without me.
But I will tell you right now,
Wherever you go...
Thinking you're all that,
You will realize all you attract alone are flies.
Buzzing artificially jiving around other hives.
Believing I wait for you to come back from that trap.
And that honey you made with me...
Is a taste I guarantee you will miss.
But slipping back to unpack your crap...
With me,
Aint gon happen'.
To me...
You've become just another,
Wannabe fly by!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think of Oprah as a Mother Joseph wannabe, a daytime oracle rewarding the good and punishing the bad.
quote by Margaret Carlson
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Venirs.
Cowards write poems.
Anyone with half a gram of merit.
Speaks.
Said the wannabe poet
Without trace of irony.
poem by Lauren Michaels
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Documentary
Slowly.
Slowly...steady, and stop!
Play.
Observe 'that' pacing back and forth in the background.
Now...
Listen to what's being said,
And then watch their deeds.
Stop.
Rewind.
Back further...and stop!
'Hey. There's that same 'thing'.
What is that? '
Play.
Now...
Hear their words...
And then watch their actions.
Stop!
Fastforward.
Stop and zoom in! Notice anything at all?
'What on Earth is that? Who is that? What is it'?
That is Lucifer!
He has been the star of this madness since this all began!
'What is he whispering in the ear of that little guy,
The one standing in defiance behind the podium? '
I don't know...
But he's giggling his ass off, isn't he?
'How are we suppose to edit this? '
I don't know!
Someone says there is a memo floating around,
About another little guy with slanted eyes requesting our services.
They say he is daring anyone to believe he is not just as crazy
As that creature we've been assign to edit out of this documentary!
Rumor has it...
He believes this 'Lucifer' character,
Is just a wannabe!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Young 'n (Holla Back)
[Fabolous talking before first verse]
Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh
Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea
Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh
[Verse 1]
Rollin, gold two seater
Stash in the dash
Hole through heaters
Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters
Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs
Ballin, Brooklyn don
Addicted to Cris' hooked on Dom
15 G's hookers on
Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
Hustlin, guys that send Po's
Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos
Blame me, trials aquit those
Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close
Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt
Listen to the two way alert
It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat)
Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt
[Chorus 1]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
[Verse 2]
I'm Gangsta
Ya'll just wannabe's
Federal Agents on their P's
30 grand 28 on the keys
Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze
Thuggin' jeans and Tim's
Fitted to the front lean the brim
Ride but never on teenage rims
And I keep a chick's face between limbs
Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game
I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game
Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Ridin Ya'll know as well I do
That's the way you can tell I flew
So I got a deal I sell pies too
Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue
[Chorus 2]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
[Verse 3]
Cruisin top on the Mercedes low
Turn us up when you hear this on the radio
Blastin with the nineteen eighty flow
Make the necks on the ladies go (wooo wooop)
Holla that's what a pretty thug will do
Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two
Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who
Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do
Hatin I just bought the uz'
I put ya'll in the front page articles
I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused
And I still freestyle to start the Clue's
Reppin I'm that kid about the doe
I done copped coke and started droughts before
Shit Platinum out the door
Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes
[Chorus 3]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back back back back...(Hoooo Hoooo! until music fades)
song performed by by Fabolous
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To Be No. 1
Music : peter wolf, matthias jabs
Lyrics: klaus meine
Give me a job
The one i havn't got
Don't write me off at anytime
Don't ever leave me unsatisfied
I don't wanna come in a second
I just wanna come
Don't wanna be the last in line
Don't wanna be just left behind
And in the evening when i come home
It is time to throw my dog a bone
That's when i wear my shirt that says
In capital letters in capital letters
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
(he's got no job, got no blow got no monica to go to)
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
(he's a superstar, wunderbar, out of touch too much)
Don't tell me i'm small
An inch too short
I might not be your size but i'm sure great
And definitely underpaid
So give me a job
The one i haven't got
Don't tell me i'm too poor to join the club
To hang out with the big shots
And in the evening when i come home
It is time to give my dog a bone
That's when i wear my shirt that says
In capital letters in capital letters
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
(he's got no job, got no blow, got no monica to go to)
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
(he's a v.i.p. wannabe, all he ever wants is)
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
Isn't it fun fun fun yeah to be number one
(he's a v.i.p. wannabe all he ever wants is)
To be number one
And in the evening when i come home
It is time to throw my dog a bone
That's when i wear my shirt that says
In capital letters in capital letters
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
(he's got no job, got no blow got no monica to go to)
Isn't it fun fun fun yeah to be number one
(he's a superstar, wunderbar, out of touch too much)
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
Isn't it fun fun fun fun to be number one
To be number one
(fun, fun, fun)
To be number one
To be number one
(he's got no job, got no blow got no monica to go to)
To be number one
To be number one
(he's a superstar, wunderbar, out of touch too much)
To be number one
To be number one
(he's got no job, got no blow got no monica to go to)
Yeah
song performed by by Scorpions
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Counting The Days
When you'RE down putting nothing but a mask
And you GET UP and you're running out of blast
When you picked OUT A FEATHER WRITE a word
with the debts and you set it down
But now I'm into
Like a clock...has been around
what...the town
...
but now
Counting the days to rearrange
Beyond the surface
We're meant to pay
counting the days to rearrange
and you won't suffer
we're still the same
When you're...spreading from the past
Like you haven't got the running on your ways
when you're a bit loaded digging UP the dirt
and you had...
but now I'm into
...on the ground
and you're dizzy, YOU'RE AD NAUSEAM AND foul
...BLEEDING ALL DOWN
but now
Counting the days to rearrange
Beyond the surface
We're meant to pay
Counting the days to rearrange
And you won't suffer
We're still the same
I'm tired of...the lies
Say you don't wannabe and so do I
Where'S the rap and respect
speaks to reach all the sides
where's the goddess bless of justify
Counting the days to rearrange
Beyond the surface
We're meant to pay
Counting the days to rearrange
And you won't suffer
We're still the same
I'm tired of...the lies
Say you don't wannabe and so do I
Where'S the rap and respect
speaks to reach all the sides
where's the goddess bless of justify
[Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics]
song performed by by Guano Apes
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Back In Black (live 1981)
Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back [I bet you know I'm...]
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I've been looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Abusin' every one of them and running wild
CHORUS:
'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
(Well) I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black
Back in the back
Of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack
Yes, I'm in a bang
With a gang
They've got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause I'm back on the track
And I'm beatin' the flack
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
I'm just makin' my play
Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way
CHORUS
Well, I'm back, Yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, Yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black
hooo yeah
Ohh yeah
Yes I am
Oooh yeah, yeah Oh yeah
Back in now
Well I'm back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back
Back in black
Yes I'm back in black
Out of the sight
song performed by by AC-DC
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Polygamist Part 2
Please, oh please
Shut up already
And spare us
Your religious fanatic crap
Only one wife per man
That's the way
God's law says
It is supposed to be
Learn how to repect that
And maybe
Just maybe
We'll let you have your inbred snot nosed brats back
Young pretty hot things
Having sex with old wrinkled has been men
Just makes us sick
Right down to the bone
Give us a break
You sick twisted freaks
All around the world
Everyone knows
What the real deal is
About you and your precious
Little porno wannabe community
Make no mistake about it
Insanity pleads and cutting deals
Isn't gonna rob the rest of us
From getting our justice on you
Such fools
Each and every one of you
Don't even start to think that
You can get away
With this sick criminal behavior
Taken for a ride
For far too long now
By you and your pervert kind
Now it's time
Time that we
The real people of the world
Stepped in
Stepped in and delivered to you
The justice
That you have all avoided
Way too damn long now
He-haw!
Let's string up 'em boys!
Signed by,
PFTCORFE
People For The Censorship of Religious Freedom Everywhere
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Back In Black
Back in black
I hit the sack
Ive been too long Im glad to be back [i bet you know im...]
Yes, Im let loose
From the noose
Thats kept me hanging about
Ive been looking at the sky
cause its gettin me high
Forget the hearse cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cats eyes
Abusin every one of them and running wild
Chorus:
cause Im back
Yes, Im back
Well, Im back
Yes, Im back
Well, Im back, back
(well) Im back in black
Yes, Im back in black
Back in the back
Of a cadillac
Number one with a bullet, Im a power pack
Yes, Im in a bang
With a gang
Theyve got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause Im back on the track
And Im beatin the flack
Nobodys gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
Im just makin my play
Dont try to push your luck, just get out of my way
Chorus
Well, Im back, yes Im back
Well, Im back, yes Im back
Well, Im back, back
Well Im back in black
Yes Im back in black
Hooo yeah
Ohh yeah
Yes I am
Oooh yeah, yeah oh yeah
Back in now
Well Im back, Im back
Back, Im back
Back, Im back
Back, Im back
Back, Im back
Back
Back in black
Yes Im back in black
Out of the sight
song performed by by AC-DC
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Survivor Kit....
on his way to the
top of the hill
he traces the path
of slow circular
footage
like a way of
recalling a past
that so badly
hurts,
slowly rising along
the side
of the belly of
this mountain
like an ant or more
of this green turtle
or this dove
this fledgling
wannabe eagle
feeling so abandoned
but coping
saying i am my
best friend.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Playing The Games
what i see
is this game
they all
play it, always
one is hurt
always there is
this to and
fro and up
and down
and swinging
between two
sides, pain for
you and
happiness for
me
you wish that
i too take that
pain
you can
no longer inflict
it on me
i've had enough
and i am not passing
it to somebody
passing the buck
of blames
and failures
if i give it again
let it be like
a bride throwing
a bouquet
of fresh white lilies
to the wannabe
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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T.R.I.C.
To all u weak mcs.... all u hardcore wannabe'z
if u step into the ring be prepared to swing!! ...(WHUT??)
me be the best to impress with dictation?
too far fetched? beyond your imagination?
i'll rise to the occasion launching an invasion
-- enterin your mental like a viral infestation
wurdz be abrasive -- joints eye be lacin
sacrificin mics to ignite the celebration
its just amazing
song performed by by Otep from Sevas Tra
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Please Come Back To Me
Sittin in the car
One spring break afternoon
Knowin u couldn't be far
And that I'd see you soon
Away from you
Is where I hate to be
But get a clue
And please come back to me
Please come back to me
I miss your crazy mind
I want you to be
Here so you'll find
You'll eventually see
So please come back to me
My life isn't the same
Without you here
I'd rather have you over all the fame
To the ground just dropped my tear
Away from you
Is where I hate to be
If you love me too
Then please come back to me
Please come back to me
I miss your crazy mind
I want you to be
Here so you'll find
You'll eventually see
So please come back to me
By now it's almost dark
As far as I can see
Now walkin alone in a park
So please come back to me
Please come back
Please come back
Please come back
I want you here with me
Please come back
Please come back
Please come back
Oh how lonely it can be
Please come back
Please come back
Please come back
Back here with me
Please come back
Please come back
Please come back
Come back and you'll see
So please come back to
Please come back to
Please come back to
Please come back to me
Please come back to
Please come back to
Please come back to
Please come back to me
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Back Home
Yeah yeah yeah
Well Im going back this summer to ohio
Im gonna seek out all my friends Ive always known
Im goin back to that farm that I remember
Well Im goin to spend this summer back home
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Im gonna get up every morning before the roosters
Ill run downstairs fix my breakfast all alone
Ill milk those cows feed the chickens and the horses
Well Im gonna spend this summer back home
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home (back home)
Ill eat everything that ma puts on the table
When I get back you wont believe how Ive grown
Ill hit the sack early everynight thinkin bout tomorrow whoa oh
Well Im gonna spend this summer back home
Back home, back home, back home
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Thats what Im gonna do thats where Im gonna be, thats this summer
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Gonna get up, gonna get up, gonna get up every morning
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Hey woo feels okay back home
Back home (back home)
Back home (back home, back home, back home)
Ill spend my summer (back home)
Back home
song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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