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Baby Im Drunk - Reverend Horton Heat

"Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby, Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby, Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby, Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby. You don't have to remind me, I smell like a skunk, Excuse me baby but, (hicup) I'm drunk. Honey"

Generation Why - Reverend Horton Heat

"Beatnik slacker hippie or a freak, Ain't it all the same thing all of us seek What our parents do, way back when? Makes me hear the same thing again and again. Generation Why, Generation Why. Baby boom"

Starlight Lounge - Reverend Horton Heat

"French fried shoe strings on a drunken cellar door. If these walls could talk, I'd listen to the floor. The bar stools proppin' up a twenty dollar whore, recantin' recitations from a lonesome tale of"

Rock The Joint - Reverend Horton Heat

"We're gonna tear down the mailbox Rip out the floor Smash out the windows and knock down the door We're gonna rock (Rock!) rock this joint We're gonna rock (Rock!) rock this joint We're gonna rock (Rock!)"

Slow - Reverend Horton Heat

"made up my mind a long time ago Ain't no reason not to take it slow It took a long time but I learned what they like Once you've learned my lesson it's like ridin' a bike Slow, Slow, learn my lesson Slow,"

Marijuana - Reverend Horton Heat

"It's been a long time since I wore this rattle snake smile And a lot of my friends haven't seen it in quite a while I feel my eyes rolling deep inside my head And there's a feeling of misconception in"

Lonesome Train Whistle - Reverend Horton Heat

"Hear that long lonesome train Whistle crying in the wind Hear that long lonesome sound That's become my only friend When it whispers out my name That's when the tears begin to roll Because the world out"

Psychobilly Freekout - Reverend Horton Heat

"It's a psychobilly freakout! Well, we're off, we're off, we're off! It's, it's, it's a psychobilly freakout! Well, we're off, we're off, we're off! I'll tell you what it is! (what is it God dang it!?) It's"

Loaded Gun - Reverend Horton Heat

"My right hand holds a cold corona bottle My left hand holds a half a fifth of Gin My right arm reaches out for her love only But my left still embraces a life of sin We had ourselves the sweetest little"

Yeah, Right - Reverend Horton Heat

"You're telling me things That you're gonna do, Just like you told me all the time That you'd always be true. Telling me you and him Yes you're just freinds. Where do lies stop And the truth begins? Yeah"

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