dance Going down to the dance And drooped mental inertia Mid thirties man in the grip of paranoia Just like I told ya, prefers karaoka Cheap shit, half
yo breath stank you lie and yo breath stank Damn homeboy won't you chew on some gum You smell like a mixture of chili dogs and rum Don't be cheap and
town So, of course, we headed on down Well, it took us an hour to walk that far Carryin' our fortune in a Mason jar It was all pretty sad, a cheap county
Like chanclaso deep like fregadaso Still got the Coke and Rum and flex the brasos Then I hit you from a different angle Leg sweep cheap shot bird
you will find them In the cheap hotels and bars Hustling the senoritas While they dance beneath the stars Spending those renegade pesos On a bottle of rum
with the brown bag wrapped around the forty Hold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come J motherfucking Ro and he's buzzing off the rum It's the J-Ro
of the sea try to beat the old polina on a passage from Dundee Chorus Now we're back in old st. john's where rum is very cheap we'll drink a health
7 lonely nights 7 lonely days I been thinking 'bout you girl In just as many ways Running out of money Running out of time Feeling kind of empty Like a cheap
Cowboy in the jungle By: jimmy buffett 1978 There's a cowboy in the jungle And he looks so out of place With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots
never seen it Don't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song -- spoken: "alright let's reggae reefers!" Called all my friends on those cheap
't stop blooming. if your heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the price? if your heart's a diamond what's the fucking price? your mouth is cheap and your
sick Than a hairy-chested, cheap double-breasted suited man with a hard dick I guess that I was courios I guess that I was young I guess it was that rum
my sons, We challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John's. Now we're back in old St. John's where rum is very cheap We'll drink a health
So, of course, we headed on down Well it took us an hour to walk that far Carrying our fortune in a Mason jar It was all pretty sad, a cheap county
the bars tryin to pay off the debts Lord this half acre didn't come cheap I come draggin in three and four in the mornin Smell like tobacco and rum
