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Тексты песен Список исполнителейА  Б  В  Г  Д  Е  Ё  Ж  З  И  К  Л  М  Н  О  П  Р  С  Т  У  Ф  Х  Ц  Ч  Ш  Э  Ю  Я  A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M  N  O  P  R  S  T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z   Текст (слова) песни: Dead Kennedys - Pull My StringsIm tired of self respect I cant afford a car I wanna be a prefab superstar I wanna be a tool Dont need no soul Wanna make big money Playing rock and roll Ill make my music boring Ill play my music slow I aint no artist, Im a business man No ideas of my own I wont offend Or rock the boat Just sex and drugs And rock and roll Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool My Payola! Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool My Payola! Youll pay ten bucks to see me On a fifteen foot high stage Fatass bouncers kick the shit Out of kids who try to dance If my friends say Ive lost my guts Ill laugh and say Thats rock and roll But theres just one problem [Chorus] Is my cock big enough Is my brain small enough For you to make me a star Give me a toot, Ill sell you my soul Pull my strings and Ill go far And when Im rich And meet Bob Hope Well shoot some golf And shoot some dope Is my cock big enough? Is my brain small enough? [Repeat chorus, etc. etc.] |
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