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Let me hear you say hey hey hey!
Hey hey hey!
Alright, now let me hear you say hey hey ho!
Hey hey ho!
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Küldd el ismerősödnek ezt a dalszöveget!
Tízkor fintor, megszülettem, börlesz-műsor,
Vártak, hát kaptak
Féltő gonddal hintáztattak
Öltöztettek, nevelgettek
A nagy versenyre készítettek
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Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as lovers can, you know
Yeah we're feeling so good
Picking up things we shouldn't read
Looks like the end of history as we know
It's just the end of the world
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If only we could fly, Limp Bizkit style. John Otto, take 'em to the Matthew's bridge. Can ya feel it? My g-g-generation, get up. My g-g-generation, are you ready?
Do you know where you are? Welcome to the jungle punk, take a look around. It's Limp Bizkit fuckin' up your town, we download in the shockwave. For all the ladies in the cave, to get your groove on, and maybe your the one who flew over the cuckoo's nest. Well, guess who's next. Generation x, generation strange. Sun don't even shine through a window pane.
So go ahead and talk shit, talk shit about me, and go ahead and talk shit. About my g-g-generation!
(Chorus)
We don't, don't give a fuck, and we wont ever give a fuck un, til you, you give a fuck about me and my generation.
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I'm back in Liverpool,
And everything seems the same,
But I worked something out last night,
That changed this little boys brain,
A small piece of advice,
That took twenty-two years in the make,
And I will break it for you now,
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Go!!
So 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine
and i really wanna make you mine.
I say you look so fine
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Money money money money
Sticky sticky sticky honey
Man lands on mars
Man rips off his broken parts
And your gone and your gone
Now you wanna get it on
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Brian,
Top marks for not tryin'
So kind of you to bless us with your effortlessness
We're grateful and so strangely comforted
And I wonder are you puttin' us under
Cause we can't take our eyes off the t-shirt and ties combination
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Ha ha ha
Pump it
Ha ha ha
And pump it (louder) [4x]
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
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What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out)
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