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Primus Frizzle Fry Harold Of The Rocks It was a weekend's eve, I had sex on my breath I was lookin' for somethin' to see. With a borrowed black leather and my best fishin' hat. Well it was just Wendy O. and me. We called old Swamp Up on the telephone And said we was comin' on Down to pick him up and then, he said, "Hey Swampy, me and Greeny'll come along - But only if we can bring a friend." "His name is Harold." I said "Okay." Now, we had a Swamper, Greeny, Wendy O, Stanley, Harold of the Rocks and me. We hopped into my dart And headed for the nightbreak To see a man they call Schooly D. Harold he's a friendly guy. He rambles on and on. He'll talk the balls off a rhinosaurus. fact is he jsut doesn't make much sense. Well Stan said "This guy's pretty bizarre Gus." Harold of the Rocks. I saw Harold at a party Trouzy threw Late one night. I said, "hey man, Do you remember me?" He said, "O' course I do Snapdad and Let me tell ya right 'Bout now I'm lit Up like an ol' Christmas tree." Hey bro you know I'd like to thank you once Again for let'n me Hang with ya' all across The bay. when I Look back at that night I get me a Warm spot across my heart." Then he shook my hand, and walked away. That's teh last I Seen of Harold. Harold of the Rocks. So in the end, Swamper and Greeny Finally succumb to The ways of Harold. And in doing so Each gave just a little bit Of his soul away. Wnat a couple of dumbshits. -------------------------------------- |
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