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it aint funny being sober
i'd like to come over
pick myself up
one of those bags of dope
stuff it like a fatty
cause in the morning i get real crabby
and i'd like it to last me for good times
when i'm alone
tip toe
tippity toe
tipping on through the night
anything goes
with a bag of dope
i hope i get home alright
well i know it sounds a pity
i like it when i get all jittery
and my eyes twitch
and my hands
well they'll start to shake
light me up another cigarette
i looked at the bag and said
'damn that's it'
and i'm off
another mission to stock my shelves
for the day
tip toe
tippity toe
tipping on through the night
anything goes
with a bag of dope
i hope i get home alright
hey girl
gimme all your money
i can take it to the next block
buy myself a bag of bitchin pot
hey boy
gimme all your money
i can take it to the next block
buy myself a bag of bitchin pot
it aint funny being sober
i said i'm coming over
this time i'm robbing you of all of your bags of dope
i'm gonna give some to the neighbors
i'm gonna fill em all up with favors
i'm gonna rob you again when they're
begging on their knees for more
tip toe
tippity toe
tipping on through the night
anything goes
with a bag of dope
i hope i get home alright
hey girl
gimme all your money
i can take it to the next block
buy myself a bag of stinky pot
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where did all the time go
when nobody was looking
well i went behind their backs and
took it all
where did all the time go
when nobody was looking
well i went behind their backs and
took it all
where did all the stars go
when everyone was sleeping
well i went behind their backs and
took em all
where did all the world go
while everyone was spinning
well i went into a trance and i
took it all
not too long ago
everything was fine
but now we're in the black hole
now we're so divine
where did all my things go
i'm floating up in space
i went and turned my back and
they took it away
where did all the love go
while everyone was dreaming
bout the way it should've been
well now we're ok
not too long ago
everything was fine
but now we're in the black hole
now we're so divine
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excuses excuses
you like to blame those little voices
in your head for being mean
excuses excuses
you've got to find yourself another one
for i've learned all sixteen
it doesn't matter how long i wait
my ears have aged
im turning grey
save them for someone else
excuses excuses
be careful with it's usage
for it may abusive verbally
excuses reduces
all the more of being friends
and whether or not you want me
back again
it doesn't matter how long i wait
my ears have aged
im turning grey
save them for someone else
excuses excuses
you like to blame those little voices
in your head for being mean
excuses reduces
all the more of being friends
and whether or not you want me
back again
it doesn't matter how long i wait
my ears have aged
im turning grey
save them for someone else
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it aint funny being sober
i'd like to come over
pick myself up
one of those bags of dope
stuff it like a fatty
cause in the morning i get real crabby
and i'd like it to last me for good times
when i'm alone
tip toe
tippity toe
tipping on through the night
anything goes
with a bag of dope
i hope i get home alright
well i know it sounds a pity
i like it when i get all jittery
and my eyes twitch
and my hands
well they'll start to shake
light me up another cigarette
i looked at the bag and said
'damn that's it'
and i'm off
another mission to stock my shelves
for the day
tip toe
tippity toe
tipping on through the night
anything goes
with a bag of dope
i hope i get home alright
hey girl
gimme all your money
i can take it to the next block
buy myself a bag of bitchin pot
hey boy
gimme all your money
i can take it to the next block
buy myself a bag of bitchin pot
it aint funny being sober
i said i'm coming over
this time i'm robbing you of all of your bags of dope
i'm gonna give some to the neighbors
i'm gonna fill em all up with favors
i'm gonna rob you again when they're
begging on their knees for more
tip toe
tippity toe
tipping on through the night
anything goes
with a bag of dope
i hope i get home alright
hey girl
gimme all your money
i can take it to the next block
buy myself a bag of stinky pot
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working on them z's
a little r & r
come on down in the afternoon
we could drink that
tea we made in the yard
last time i saw you
A i think you're Beautiful
C don't ever forget me again
creases and stripes
make up my floor
i haven't seen the sun
in fourteen days
i can't feel my soul
and i can't find my socks
i'm tying bigger knots
bigger knots i'm tying babe
tying a bigger knot today
i'm cutting off all the ends
wake up honey
this could be the reason
why you're so damn depressed
can i take your medicine
and all of the answers to your prayers
i'd like to wake up
on a train
going nowhere
working on them z's
a little r & r
come on down in the afternoon
we could drink that
tea we made in the yard
last time i saw you
A i think you're Beautiful
C don't ever forget me again
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it aint funny being sober
i'd like to come over
pick myself up
one of those bags of dope
stuff it like a fatty
cause in the morning i get real crabby
and i'd like it to last me for good times
when i'm alone
tip toe
tippity toe
tipping on through the night
anything goes
with a bag of dope
i hope i get home alright
well i know it sounds a pity
i like it when i get all jittery
and my eyes twitch
and my hands
well they'll start to shake
light me up another cigarette
i looked at the bag and said
'damn that's it'
and i'm off
another mission to stock my shelves
for the day
tip toe
tippity toe
tipping on through the night
anything goes
with a bag of dope
i hope i get home alright
hey girl
gimme all your money
i can take it to the next block
buy myself a bag of bitchin pot
hey boy
gimme all your money
i can take it to the next block
buy myself a bag of bitchin pot
it aint funny being sober
i said i'm coming over
this time i'm robbing you of all of your bags of dope
i'm gonna give some to the neighbors
i'm gonna fill em all up with favors
i'm gonna rob you again when they're
begging on their knees for more
tip toe
tippity toe
tipping on through the night
anything goes
with a bag of dope
i hope i get home alright
hey girl
gimme all your money
i can take it to the next block
buy myself a bag of stinky pot
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i want my ukulele water
from the spring
i'd give up almost anything
for my soul to keep
and when i'm dry
and there's nothing left
and i'm feeling incomplete
i head up to the well
and fetch myself
a glass of ukulele water
full of nutrients and love
and when i scared
and i sing a song
and i'm dancing in the dark
the only thing to thank is.....
ukulele water
you've been in my dreams
ukulele water
you've been on my sheets
well i took a sip
of instrument
and i fell into a sleep
and i woke up singing silly songs
small and full of melody
i'm a ukulele now
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well i aint ever been out of the country before
but i'd like to say that i've seen much more
because it makes me sound intelligent
and it makes me feel well rounded
maybe i'm just round
in the head instead
i aint got no brains
no experience
i've been rejected from the angels of heaven
denied from the devils of hell
blind as a willie
a willie mctell
and all the songs that we sing
can't be tales from the well
because we aint got that kind of history
don't know of any history at all
maybe i'm just weak
when it comes to you
you seem to know much more
but i know the blues
and it started with the scale of devotion
devoted to the book of blues
sweet sweet darling
my little brass bear
please come
and take me away
i've got a shovel the size of a teacup
a dream as big as china
we can go far
we can go far
we can go anywhere you wanna go
whichever way the wind blows
hit me like a hurricane
catch me in the fast lane
if you want to slow me down
we make plans in another life
well i aint ever been out of the country before
but i'd like to say that i've seen much more
because it makes me sound intelligent
and it makes me feel well rounded
maybe i'm just round
in the head instead
i aint got no brains
no experience
i've been rejected from the angels of heaven
denied from the devils of hell
blind as a willie
a willie mctell
and all the songs that we sing
can't be tales from the well
because we aint got that kind of history
don't know of any history at all
if you want to slow me down
we make plans in another life
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Lightbulb hanging over my head
I hope you never gonna go out, never go out
Blue sky's hanging over my head
I hope you never gonna go down, never go down
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
Halo hanging over my head
I hope you never gonna fade out, never fade out
Demons hanging over my head
I hope you never gonna come out, never come out
And rooftop hanging over my head
Oh, I hope you're never gonna come down
1, 2, 3
2, 2, 3
Lightbulb hanging over my head
I hope you never gonna go out, never go out
Blue sky's hanging over my head
I hope you never gonna go down, never go down
Lightbulb hanging over my head
I hope you never gonna go out, na na na na
Blue sky's hanging over my head
I hope you never gonna go down, na na na nah
1, 2, 3
2, 2, 3
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