Clowns are neato clowns are fun Clowns are loved by everyone Cops n' commies even fags Everybody loves a gag Clowns everywhere are freakin' out In parades
Testi Canzoni</a> The more I drank from it the less I saw of you That bottle's empty now and you and I are through When you gave me the King of
only talk awhile Cause the phone gets like a greased up hog and the bill's a country mile [Chorus] Now he went off atourin', 'cause the Vandals gotta
With 800 pounds on 18 wheels After 800 miles you know how it feels To have your rear so numb you gotta poke it To see if it's still there Well it's one
Alligator skins, crocodile hides, good ol' boys, and their Southern brides City folk come for the lure of the bounty But they don't come back 'cause
then I hit him with my chair So if your honey fancies hippies well here's all you need to know Stay clear of L.A. Guns & Roses, take her to a Vandals
A thousand miles of desert- a million tons of sand A few less pounds of woman- a tired broken man A parching thrist that water couldn't quench My desert
