Holy Mackerel
๐ต 522 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:52 duration
๐ ID: 16454870
๐ Lyrics
Pick a name, pick a place.
Chances are I've had the means to be there.
Pick a date, pick a time,
I've got it from a friend of mine.
The ability to socialize.
Holy Mackerel
Once when I was young,
I troubled over imperfection in my knees.
When you cultivate a pompadour,
it's best to keep the top up for the breeze.
Cuts like hell, ya know.
Sporty was a poetry boy
and liked to puff his pipe into the night.
But since he sold him hits of ectasy,
Johnn Law, he took a decade of his life.
That's a hunk o' life.
Holy Mackerel.
Chances are I've had the means to be there.
Pick a date, pick a time,
I've got it from a friend of mine.
The ability to socialize.
Holy Mackerel
Once when I was young,
I troubled over imperfection in my knees.
When you cultivate a pompadour,
it's best to keep the top up for the breeze.
Cuts like hell, ya know.
Sporty was a poetry boy
and liked to puff his pipe into the night.
But since he sold him hits of ectasy,
Johnn Law, he took a decade of his life.
That's a hunk o' life.
Holy Mackerel.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:37.63] Pick a name, pick a place.
[00:39.29] Chances are I've had the means to be there.
[00:45.59] Pick a date, pick a time,
[00:47.39] I've got it from a friend of mine.
[00:49.16] The ability to socialize.
[01:12.66] Holy Mackerel
[01:29.83] Once when I was young,
[01:31.64] I troubled over imperfection in my knees.
[01:38.84] When you cultivate a pompadour,
[01:40.62] it's best to keep the top up for the breeze.
[01:43.37] Cuts like hell, ya know.
[01:46.98] Sporty was a poetry boy
[01:48.70] and liked to puff his pipe into the night.
[01:55.04] But since he sold him hits of ectasy,
[01:56.80] Johnn Law, he took a decade of his life.
[02:00.57] That's a hunk o' life.
[02:22.16] Holy Mackerel.
[03:45.57]
[00:39.29] Chances are I've had the means to be there.
[00:45.59] Pick a date, pick a time,
[00:47.39] I've got it from a friend of mine.
[00:49.16] The ability to socialize.
[01:12.66] Holy Mackerel
[01:29.83] Once when I was young,
[01:31.64] I troubled over imperfection in my knees.
[01:38.84] When you cultivate a pompadour,
[01:40.62] it's best to keep the top up for the breeze.
[01:43.37] Cuts like hell, ya know.
[01:46.98] Sporty was a poetry boy
[01:48.70] and liked to puff his pipe into the night.
[01:55.04] But since he sold him hits of ectasy,
[01:56.80] Johnn Law, he took a decade of his life.
[02:00.57] That's a hunk o' life.
[02:22.16] Holy Mackerel.
[03:45.57]