Besedila:
Six Feet Under Have A Drink On Me

roll around Gonna hit the ground Take another swing Have another drink Gonna drink it dry Gonna get me high Come on all the boys Make a noise Have a drink on me

big as a barrel and three feet thick And I loved a man who's name was harry Six feet tall and sweet as a cherry But the one I love best, awake or asleep

my book Can you spell secret? Come get your feet wet Let me make up pet names for all your little regrets (Here let me buy you a drink as a token of

a moth to the flame. [Roxie Hart] A moth? [Billy Flynn] Now I am a man who will assist and you're a butterfly. Crushed on a wheel! [Roxie Hart] Wait

a good fixin man That's what I think officer No you know what I think son? I think you need a good lawyer Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer My

the six circle circle drink To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint Went for a drink

a voice, I think he was sayin' hey, you're a stupid motherfucker with no sense of responsibility, a fuckin' fien chasin' a dream with your gas tank on

not a stoop that we on, it's a cell Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge Because I made it out, so that makes me a God [Verse 2:] Yes my flows

the six circle circle drink To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint Went for a drink