Holy Mackerel Songtext
Pick a name, pick a place
Chances are I\'ve had the means to be there.
Pick a date, pick a time,
I\'ve got it from a friend of mine
The ability to socialize.
Holy Mackerel
Once when I was young,
I troubled over imperfection in my knees.
Chances are I\'ve had the means to be there.
Pick a date, pick a time,
I\'ve got it from a friend of mine
The ability to socialize.
Holy Mackerel
Once when I was young,
I troubled over imperfection in my knees.
When you cultivate a pompidour,
it\'s best to keep the top up for the breeze.
Cuts like hell, you know.
Sporty was a poetry boy
and liked to puff his pipe into the night.
But since he sold him hits of ecstacy,
John Law, he took a decade of his life.
That\'s a hunk o\' life.
Holy Mackerel
it\'s best to keep the top up for the breeze.
Cuts like hell, you know.
Sporty was a poetry boy
and liked to puff his pipe into the night.
But since he sold him hits of ecstacy,
John Law, he took a decade of his life.
That\'s a hunk o\' life.
Holy Mackerel
CLAYPOOL, LES
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