Cover di A Day Late and a Dollar Short

A Day Late and a Dollar Short
Compilation - 23 january 1996 - Debaser id 18492

By The Queers

I want cunt; I want now.
I want cunt; I want now.
I want cunt; I want now.
I want cunt; I want now.
Your rating:
This is something no one knows.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Do you think it really shows?
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Punched her in her snotty nose.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Daddy beat me with a hose.
Kicked out of the Webelos.

Well, I guess that's the way it goes.
Kicked out of the Webelos, go!

This is something no one knows.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Do you think it really shows?
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Punched her in her snotty nose.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Daddy beat me with a hose.
Kicked out of the Webelos.

Well, I guess that's the way it goes.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Out of the Webelos.
Your rating:
I spent the rent; I ain't got a cent.
I spent the rent; I ain't got a cent.
I spent the rent; I ain't got a cent.
I spent the rent; I ain't got a cent.
Your rating:
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
This place sucks!

I don't know just where to go.
There's things I don't wanna know.
I don't know what we can do,
But this place sucks.
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
This place sucks!

There's only so much I can give.
My brain is getting ?
There's really nowhere else to live,
But this place sucks
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
Your rating:
1-2-3-4

Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.

Yeah, Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.

1-2-3-4

Yeah, Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.
Your rating:
Cut my hair and try to fit in.
I hang around, but I just can't win, oh no.
I don't know just what to say,
But I want things to go my way, oh yeah.

I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
Oh no.

'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.

I don't know just what to do,
But I sure get no call from you.
I care just what you say,
But I want things to go way.

I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't seem to fit in.
Oh no.

'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.

Cut my hair and try to fit in.
I hang around, but I just can't win, oh no.
I don't know just what to say,
But I want things to go my way, oh yeah.

I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.

'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Your rating:
Said you called me, but you fucking lied.
You little bitch you deserve to die.
I'm just sitting here pulling my pud
With a dirty magazine and a six of Bud

Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do

You said we'd go see a flick,
And you said that you'd suck my prick.
Then I saw you with that jock,
And all I can say is, "What the fuck?"

Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Your rating:
I don't know if you're aware.
Everybody stands and stares.
Politics are everywhere.
We all know that you don't care.

Calling the meatwagon.
Calling the meatwagon.
Calling the meatwagon.
Calling the meatwagon.
Your rating:
1-2-3-4

Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.

Yeah, Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.

1-2-3-4

Yeah, Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.
Your rating:
Said you called me, but you fucking lied.
You little bitch you deserve to die.
I'm just sitting here pulling my pud
With a dirty magazine and a six of Bud

Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do

You said we'd go see a flick,
And you said that you'd suck my prick.
Then I saw you with that jock,
And all I can say is, "What the fuck?"

Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Your rating:
Cut my hair and try to fit in.
I hang around, but I just can't win, oh no.
I don't know just what to say,
But I want things to go my way, oh yeah.

I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
Oh no.

'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.

I don't know just what to do,
But I sure get no call from you.
I care just what you say,
But I want things to go way.

I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't seem to fit in.
Oh no.

'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.

Cut my hair and try to fit in.
I hang around, but I just can't win, oh no.
I don't know just what to say,
But I want things to go my way, oh yeah.

I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.

'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Your rating:
Ripping off your friends, stuffing your fat face
I'm kinda bummed out I'm part of your race
Someday you will learn that it's cool to start
Just look at me and B-Face and try not to barf

Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies

You're a bunch of rockstars, you're a bunch of lard
And I hate to tell you, y our bass player's a retard
So shut your stupid fat moth and hang up those guitars
Quit beating off every night and smoking those cigars

Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies

Shut your fucking mouth
Your rating:
I think paying fucking rent sucks
I'm sorry I swore mom, aw shucks
I spilled a beer in the living room
I know I shouldn't be drunk at noon

Half shitfaced
Half shitfaced
Half shitfaced
Half shitfaced
GO!

Out ex-guitar player sucks
He ripped us off for two hundred bucks
His girlfriend's got a fucking fat ass
And an ugly face to match

Half shitfaced...
Your rating:
I'm sick of being pushed around and misunderstood. Explain myself the best I can, but it dosen't do any good. I wish Joey was president, oh, what can I say? And everybody got to surf like Californ-i-a. And now I wanna kill someone, and now I wanna die. But I just think I'll sit in my room and cry. I wish Joey was president, oh, what can I say? And everybody got to surf like Californ-i-a. Oh, I live this life, and I love it. Oh, I live this life, and I love it. Oh, I live this life, and I love it. Oh, I live this life. You know that I really hate you And all the fucked-up things that you do. Im doing okay so listen to what I say. HEY!
Your rating:
Carico...

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