Pascualita Songtext
von The Derevolutions
Pascualita Songtext
I suppose if the money was mine
I′d drop all of my things and I'd waste my time
But they found her dead on the wedding bed
And her mama put her up at the front of the store
My pascualita, wouldn′t wanna be ya
Standing there for a hundred years or more
My pascualita, wouldn't wanna be ya
Standing there for a hundred years or more
God bless the USA, oh
God bless the USA
God bless the US of A
God bless the USA
God bless the US of A
God bless the USA
God bless the US of A
Hey kid, look what you did
You took it to the limit and you kicked my door
Hey man, do you think I can
Make it to the moon by a quarter to four?
My pascualita, wouldn't be ya
Standing there for a hundred years or more
Spittin′ outta time
Lyrics outta line but I′m still pretty simple
Middle of my mind, even if it don't rhyme
You′ll find my lines, riddle and riddles
I give a little bit less than two shits
I spit with conviction, my twitchin' diction
I′m switchin' fools like the button on the sink in the kitchen
Mission accomplished, I dish it
I guess it′s just how it goes
I know it goes to show you slowly grow
To old to know who lives or who don't
Or even if it matter anymore
God bless the USA, oh
God bless the USA
God bless the US of A
God bless the USA
God bless the US of A
God bless the USA
God bless the US of A
Hey Jimmy Jimmy well I wrote you a tune
You had the worst kind of birthday I ever knew
You really really drove away to LA
With the seatbelt off and McCartney on play
And so me and my friends took a ride in the middle of the night
And so me and my friends took a ride in the middle of the night
Some days your superstition was red
You put your seatbelt on
It's really getting to his head
It′s really getting to his head
It′s just getting to his head
Oh yeah, he's getting to his head
His head, it′s really getting to his head
It's just getting to his head
Oh yeah, he′s getting to his head
I′d drop all of my things and I'd waste my time
But they found her dead on the wedding bed
And her mama put her up at the front of the store
My pascualita, wouldn′t wanna be ya
Standing there for a hundred years or more
My pascualita, wouldn't wanna be ya
Standing there for a hundred years or more
God bless the USA, oh
God bless the USA
God bless the US of A
God bless the USA
God bless the US of A
God bless the USA
God bless the US of A
Hey kid, look what you did
You took it to the limit and you kicked my door
Hey man, do you think I can
Make it to the moon by a quarter to four?
My pascualita, wouldn't be ya
Standing there for a hundred years or more
Spittin′ outta time
Lyrics outta line but I′m still pretty simple
Middle of my mind, even if it don't rhyme
You′ll find my lines, riddle and riddles
I give a little bit less than two shits
I spit with conviction, my twitchin' diction
I′m switchin' fools like the button on the sink in the kitchen
Mission accomplished, I dish it
I guess it′s just how it goes
I know it goes to show you slowly grow
To old to know who lives or who don't
Or even if it matter anymore
God bless the USA, oh
God bless the USA
God bless the US of A
God bless the USA
God bless the US of A
God bless the USA
God bless the US of A
Hey Jimmy Jimmy well I wrote you a tune
You had the worst kind of birthday I ever knew
You really really drove away to LA
With the seatbelt off and McCartney on play
And so me and my friends took a ride in the middle of the night
And so me and my friends took a ride in the middle of the night
Some days your superstition was red
You put your seatbelt on
It's really getting to his head
It′s really getting to his head
It′s just getting to his head
Oh yeah, he's getting to his head
His head, it′s really getting to his head
It's just getting to his head
Oh yeah, he′s getting to his head
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