The block pop, so da strip fall. Rocks got a fist full. Bull pop shit, dat hot shit I got a clip fo?. When I start sparkin?, it be barkin? like pitbulls
me he was a burglar! [FOGARTY (Spoken)] You mean he was dead when you got home? [AMOS (Spoken)] She had him covered with a sheet and she's givin' me that cock and bull
out of date clothes that he wore Though his trophy buckle was old it told of the glory he surely had seen And the beard that showed neath his old John
told him to bug out He blinked and snorted like a mad brahamer bull And frolicked and foamed at the mouth Well just about then, I looked at old John
just go in and see some of his old friends Well, he runs into Bill and John and they ask Where all he's been and about the bulls Well, then from behind
all my life cruel England to blame, So now I am part of the patriot game. This Ireland of ours has too long been half free; Six counties lie under John Bull
movie every afternoon At the Melrose Avenue Cinema Two Me and Bobby rode rockets into outer space We drove Daytona and we won the race We shot a lotta bull
will never come back The ship's bar is closed, there's a gang of fifteen talking of flags and of blood Drunken with fighting the face of John Bull stands
stay a day or two. He'd ask about Ramona. Then he'd say that he was only passing through. Now he knows every railroad bull along the right of way. And
Female bringin it to ya like e-mail With advanced techniques off these new york streets So hardrocks licks a smooth exotic sister Strong as a bull, while
play calypsos Yo, me and you, meet me by the two A war goin on, that's involvin the crews Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's I wish
beat cha back in Stretchin' dames out, call me Big John Stud All I need some Red Bull and Bud I'm on dat Grey Goose, a lil' Red Bull So ya know how I
spot Horse-hooves trampling his spine, yeah We have the map to start our trip The Squire has the ship and the sailors Long John is the man with the
m not your bastard john Just because I played along I'm not your bastard john I'm not your bastard john So don't try to fake me out With some bulls***
the door He left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door Chorus: I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home I said John, John
family mastered that Break bones, so you would have to blast for that Cassolino died in the bloodbath of that John Gotti was the dapper dan part of that Sammy The Bull
a lady in the high wire act When I'm feeling tense, she walks on my back Now the pay's okay, the benefits are great I get to shoot the bull with the
I walked to my wagon And I knew then I had lost what should have been found I knew then I had lost what should have been found And I feel like a bullet