hog on my mind Got a Cadillac V-8 motovatin' down the line Don't wave your pretty fist at me, I'm on the Freeway Baby I'm losin' time Well, You know about a road hog
[includes part of the leather conversation] Bozzio: God, that was really beautiful . . . O'Hearn: Ha-uh . .
Written by Jimmie Rodgers Recorded by Hank Snow Something about you mama that sure gives me the blues Something about you mama that sure gives me the
play for a country mile Everybody knows that we're hog wild Yeah, everybody knows that we're hog wild Everybody knows that we're hog wild Everybody knows that we're hog
my honey but he's my sugar dad This country boy ain't doin' too bad Livin' high on someone else's hog Well, I'm livin' high on someone else's hog I
hand for the hog A feller and a hog had a comedy act The feller was terrible as a matter of fact That hog was o funny sucker though How about a hand for the hog
My baby taught me how to be My baby taught me how to fight My baby taught me how to die Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol! My baby taught me how to
Well they tell me but I can't be sure that a man's best friend is a mangy cur I kinda favor the hog myself how about a hand for the hog Ya say a hog ain
, I'm that walkin' ground hog Mama, an I walks through 'round in my den Now, I'm that walkin' ground hog Mama, an I walks around in my den Now, an if
She came from money He called her honey Her family makes wine He's robbing her blind When I see her and you on 2nd Avenue, Well, it makes me wanna spew
(Royston Langdon) *Here, Royston takes some swipes at Antony, and we are given a Roy's-eye-view of the two brother's sibling rivalry.* As he turns the
(Antony Langdon) Additional lead vocals by Michael Stipe Slow breeze slipping through my fingers Cold dreams ejected from my mind Wet face pressed against
Oh hear my prayer you people please Incline your tiny minds to me It's time to kiss the candyman It's high time you were here instead of Fighting, I don
(A. Langdon) Well..... Don't need no friends in high places No Mr. Big on the hill Gonna do my own dirty work, yeah And when the shit hits the fan You
(Royston Langdon) I know you know I've been damaged, savaged You know I know that it's sordid, horrid But you're not the only one I love You think you
Sixteen or seventeen, that's all I think you were Fly by me one more time, I wonder who you are The most beautiful girl
(Royston and Antony Langdon) *Here, Antony writes a good-humored song about getting laid when all else fails. As a running joke, Ant claims to have written
(Live at Coney Island High, NYC; David Bowie) Oh come all you children Don't grab that scabby hand It belongs to Mr. Sniff and Tell It belongs to the