in the pouring rain Without an umbrella covering my head And I'd have stood up to that bully when he pushed and shoved And called me names but I was too
fuck with that, look out And the band said And look out, said Wait a minute, I said Bacon skin, hit me, sexy Don't touch noth Don't you touch snare
I got too much time to think Too much time to think I got too much time to think Too much time to think Too much time to think Too much time to think
have had too many beers Now every night of my life he beats his wife (Until the day I die) Until the day I die Until the day I die Much more than abrupt
up to my soul Am I observer or participant or huckster of belief Making too much of a life so mercifully brief? So I stride down sunny streets and the band
song nice, Lady Ella too They all sang it with so much feeling That Old Blue Eyes, he ain't gonna add nothing new But with Quincy's big band right behind
Don't like to think too much, it makes me think too much, It keeps my mid on my mind Don't wanna see too much, it makes me see to much Sometimes I'd rather
don't like to think too much, it makes me think too much, it keeps my mid on my mind don't wanna see too much, it makes me see to much sometimes I'd rather
more time out in the pouring rain Without an umbrella, covering my head And I?d stood up to that bully when he pushed And called me names but I was too
early yet" Wait the bartender says, "It's early yet" Too many olives in too much gin Steppin' out in the City of Sin Too much dirty rice and too many
inch I can't say much has happened since But closing time I loved you when our love was blessed And I love you now there's nothing left But closing
have a good time They chase too many women they drink to much wine Going for a wild ride stomping on the gas Walking on the wild side living way too
then step to my bro No, I don't think so, nor do I drink, so That seems to me to be the reaction of a stank ho How could you play yourself when I thought so much
Rhymes and reasons you give Too much is not enough Leave what you see alone For someone else to call An old man calls you to tea, yeah Sip it like
should care about I sometimes drink too much, then I don't know what I say I talk to every girls and you can't get rid of me With my big mouth I always say too much
what inspires you I bet my fans know me better than my friends do Because my friends don't pay that much attention The fans memorize every single sentence Which makes them far too
gonna have to take 'walk But nothing has 's much pow'r to make me rise as the post man Bringin' a mornin' surprise Here he comes Here he comes Too much
for now Well the scene here he's still alone another band goes on in this crowded basement feeling useless out of excuses she said "it's done" with too much
