作曲 : Tommy Cash/ALEXANDER GUY COOK
I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day
I'm c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky like a
Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way
They call me God, all the b*****s just play
I'm lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky all the way
Smile on my face, why the sky so grey?
I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray?
Sorry, what? I didn't hear what you say
Oh yeah
I think I got a problem
Woke up in a Harem
We forget it, then I got 'em
**** in her ass, smoother ahh, чё?
Ah, ah, ah, yeah
**** in her ass, her ***** smells like *******
Run with the Aquaman, I could eat a kiwi
Mo?t on my peepee, and you still don't believe me
I'm so rare, you will never see me
On my tongue, girl, la-la-la
Peelin' my banana-na
From a world of [?]
Sounds like [?]
Kiss girls, 'cause I can talk fast
Gopnik on the streets, Dostoyevsky on the sheets
Kanye East with my words — best friend with your c**t, yeah
***** tastes like [?] school, b*****s call me Scissorhands
Not good for fingering, but they might cut hella bands
Got a way with words, I'm good with my mouth
I be livin' in the streets because [?] burned my house
It's getting hot in here, if we measure by the temperature
Got the fifth gear in smoking, with agents and managers
I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day
I'm c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky like a
Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way
They call me God, all the b*****s just play
I'm c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky like a
Smile on my face, why the sky so grey?
I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray?
Sorry (A. G.) I didn't hear what you
作曲 : Tommy Cash/ALEXANDER GUY COOK
I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day
I'm c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky like a
Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way
They call me God, all the b*****s just play
I'm lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky all the way
Smile on my face, why the sky so grey?
I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray?
Sorry, what? I didn't hear what you say
Oh yeah
I think I got a problem
Woke up in a Harem
We forget it, then I got 'em
**** in her ass, smoother ahh, чё?
Ah, ah, ah, yeah
**** in her ass, her ***** smells like *******
Run with the Aquaman, I could eat a kiwi
Mo?t on my peepee, and you still don't believe me
I'm so rare, you will never see me
On my tongue, girl, la-la-la
Peelin' my banana-na
From a world of [?]
Sounds like [?]
Kiss girls, 'cause I can talk fast
Gopnik on the streets, Dostoyevsky on the sheets
Kanye East with my words — best friend with your c**t, yeah
***** tastes like [?] school, b*****s call me Scissorhands
Not good for fingering, but they might cut hella bands
Got a way with words, I'm good with my mouth
I be livin' in the streets because [?] burned my house
It's getting hot in here, if we measure by the temperature
Got the fifth gear in smoking, with agents and managers
I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day
I'm c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky like a
Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way
They call me God, all the b*****s just play
I'm c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky, c**ky like a
Smile on my face, why the sky so grey?
I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray?
Sorry (A. G.) I didn't hear what you