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Jump at the sun

And if you miss

You cant help

But grab some stars

(dont give me an answer Ill wish I never asked)



44 robbers

I got up at half past

Four fourty-four robbers around my door

Fourty-four and maybe more

What the hell they want me for?

Stubbly faces & gap-toothed grins

Aint no way Im lettin them in no way

You cant come in

Fourty-four robbers stinkin of gin uh huh

I aint lettin you in Ill hit you with a rolling pin

So small cant hurt a fly

Get in my way and Ill sure as hell

Try to kick your butt down the block

Cant wait yellin for the cops fifty dealers

And fifty thieves starring at the drive-in on my street shit

Over my shoulder theres popeye and bluto looking nasty

Can I remember my judo?

Its always like this

Going out alone so damn scared

Might never leave home

Ive got my freedom

Ive got my pride all means nothin with these men outside

Puffing and preening and strutting their stuff

Blocking my way out

Ive had enough! give me justice

Hand it over now gotta get a gun or maybe just leave town... see ya!

Sly stallone and al capone are giving me grief on the telephone

All I want is a swiss cheese sarnie

When I at the deli stands big arnie hey jean-claude

Move aside Im just having a beer on my own

Dont mean hulk hogan can take me home

Ive got my mace but my loud-as-fuck whistle is so innefective

I just pray the epistles for help to come someday soon

But until then Ill stay in my room

Jump at the sun

And if you miss

You cant help

But grab some stars

(dont give me an answer Ill wish I never asked)



44 robbers

I got up at half past

Four fourty-four robbers around my door

Fourty-four and maybe more

What the hell they want me for?

Stubbly faces & gap-toothed grins

Aint no way Im lettin them in no way

You cant come in

Fourty-four robbers stinkin of gin uh huh

I aint lettin you in Ill hit you with a rolling pin

So small cant hurt a fly

Get in my way and Ill sure as hell

Try to kick your butt down the block

Cant wait yellin for the cops fifty dealers

And fifty thieves starring at the drive-in on my street shit

Over my shoulder theres popeye and bluto looking nasty

Can I remember my judo?

Its always like this

Going out alone so damn scared

Might never leave home

Ive got my freedom

Ive got my pride all means nothin with these men outside

Puffing and preening and strutting their stuff

Blocking my way out

Ive had enough! give me justice

Hand it over now gotta get a gun or maybe just leave town... see ya!

Sly stallone and al capone are giving me grief on the telephone

All I want is a swiss cheese sarnie

When I at the deli stands big arnie hey jean-claude

Move aside Im just having a beer on my own

Dont mean hulk hogan can take me home

Ive got my mace but my loud-as-fuck whistle is so innefective

I just pray the epistles for help to come someday soon

But until then Ill stay in my room

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