everybody. And we’ll make spaghetti and it’d be all ready. Ayeee ee ayee ee everything’s gonna be alright, alright. So don’t fear tomorrow, let that be the motto. And just pass the bottle and we’ll make
Western Union. (Clickety clack). Oh, Western Union. (Clickety clack) I had a fight with my baby. Ooh, how sorry I am. She won't talk to me, no how. I'm gonna send a telegram Western Union, oh
Yeah yeah, yes Spaghetti Junction, yes yes. Elope ski slopes *coughs* ahh damn. yeah, check this out Niggas elope wit ski slopes and fall like avalanches. Tootin like it's cool bein a fool, and I
Forgotten throes at another's lie. The heart of love is their only light. Faithless greeds consolidating. Holding down sweet charity With western eyes. And serpent's breath. We lay our own
