Wheezy Interludes

Ba-ba black sheep, have you have any wool Yes, I know sir, three blacks full It's a crime of passion Guilty of love And there's no doubt about it, no doubt about it I'm guilty One, two, three, four EVERYBODY, EVERYWHERE GET YOUR BOATS OFF Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na EVERYBODY C'MON Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na C'MON, C'MON, C'MON, C'MON, EVERYBODY, HEY (Do the mashed potatoes) Mashed potatoes Stew pot A-men Amen, amen, amen, amen We're have not a fight on that, doing the mashed potato, fuck me That will be called Hand clapping, cup-walloping, funky butt ride I'm gonna give you more I'm going fishing (Let me finish it, let me finish it, my friend) (He's going to slide it in there) So who knows where the cold wind blows I ask my friends but it's all up that knows I swear to God, I'm doing something, I must be doing whatever Love ain't no stranger I was alone, and I needed love So much, I've sacrificed all I was dreaming of Can't hold the passion with a soul in need I look for mercy when my heart begins to bleed, AHH Shadow of love Too many people Standing in the shadow Standing in the shadow of love And make it clear to see, YEAH Spit it out (Spit it out) Spit it... Slow an' easy Slow an' easy Slow an' easy 'Cause I roll my dice with a heart of ice And make it clear to see, yes Spit it out (Spit it out) Spit it out (Spit it out) Spit Oh, yes (That's the one) Dice, with a heart of ice And make it clear to see, woo Spit it out (Spit it out) Spit it out (Spit) Hi, you have the, do-do-do-do, bap-bap Oh, no Should I trample the bottom harmony on the chorus I need your lovin', I need your charms Can't stand the thought of you in someone else's arms I'm gonna prove it Love And I'm gonna prove it I'm gonna prove it to you I'm gonna do it from the crotch to the ass (I'll snatch) (Let me try from the other way) (Oh yeah, crotch to the ass is much better) (I think I might just go all the way around the bottom) Oh, circular stench Oh, wonderful, wonderful (Geezler) (I love you) (God, I can smell it from here) (Jon, there's no tit) We're gonna chop these liquors out Can you get a stereo sniff Can you panic, really Aw, fucking wild, wild Getting faint Mel, you fucking snatched most of them, you cunt