Pour Beans کے بول

Pre-teen maid said to Uncle Dave You can't be saved I'm going to go shop down Union Square And misbehave I drink margaritas with a passion kid It make her sick Another set of souls what did she say? Pleased old Saint Nick Pour some beans now on your on your plate son You're much too close could you retreat some? I'm not about to fucking tell you... Got seasick sadly from a garden hose She just froze She turned blue while the angels screamed And no one knows If beardless Harry was such a waste He had no taste I'm gonna ride trolleys down to forty-seven Just in case Score some weed now on your dump run You're much too young could you relate some? I'm not about to fucking tell you... How it's done Run run run Lou take a drag or two