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Guitar Freaks

Well we're comin' to your city Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet airliner And if you want a little

Hey let's party let's get down Let's turn the radio on this is the meltdown Get out the camera take a picture The drag Queens and the freaks are all out

Ohh I got my guitar Ohh my guitar I got a favorite place In a favorite town In a favorite foreign country I been hangin' around It ain't too big And

' it like a string on a guitar Superstar you know who you are? Body smokin' like a Cuban cigar Girl you're the mama and I'm the dada The way you're freakin

a pink guitar Headless 7th wonder yes you are Cha cha heels and patent bra Hey, Jane Mansfield, superstar Pink flamingo, freak-out rocket Ooh, aah, a pink guitar

Edgar Allan Poe But since I'm a ne-gro, I flows like Maya Ange-lou No banja-lo was played, I means banjo betrayed so the guitar, had to take the bitch

story about mackin Check it Times are changin' Talk about it More so each year, But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here. So let it rain, and let the guitar

Poppin' it like a string on a guitar Superstar you know who you are Body smokin' like a Cuban cigar Girl, you're the mama and I'm the dada The way you're freakin

than your v-neck Hope to pull my dick 'cause I look like Ryan Seacrest I'm buzzin' like a bees nest Stay up out my bees wax My people like to party so informants where the freaks