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Boy George We Ve Got The Right

And listen, I'm dishing out shit like a chef The love is the Late Show, showing you the ladies You late on the show? Oh we the greatest show? You right To might right

someone to care I've been looking everywhere I know I'm gonna find it I know that we'll find it 'cause we're standing right behind it

dishing out shit like a chef The love is the Late Show, showing you the ladies You late on the show? Oh we the greatest show? You right To might right

'd bust his head I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean My fist got hard and my wits got keen I'd roam

Cause here I come Teccanina swope down like space invaders boy Pull out the piece like on you haters boy Forget about the haters I don't wanna talk about 'em On this right

right We hittin' easy street on mud tires See I sit back, think about them good old days The way we was raised and our southern ways Yeah, we like cornbread

Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish At the fever (C) Stop That Train It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale I've got nothing to

know what I've been through (oooh) Hell I might go through you (ghetto boy that, won't eat, tonight) Uh-oh, oh no-oahohh (that little boy just wanna

- your cab driver knows Alan Jackson Welcome to Nashville - the dreams are shoulder to shoulder Welcome to Nashville... We corssed against the light on Broadway, we just got