Boo Hoo (Instrumental)
๐ต 1996 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:26 duration
๐ ID: 30516564
๐ Lyrics
They're burning up villages in Libya
While we bitch about sitting on a city bus
Silly fucks, live it up, one less bill to divvy up
Insurgents versus peace sign insignias
Read the stats sheet, conceived with hippie love
Sticky-licky, lucky lolly, amphibian lungs
The modern-day high is at least sixty bucks
Too much purple in your pissy cup
Pin the tail on the pinstriped donkey-dick simian mutt
Now you're stuck with an implant, your fibia
Gimme gimme liberty, don't get lippy, schmuck
No pity for idiot pups
There she goes, drunk again, everybody clap for Lydia
Singin' Like a Virgin karaoke at a shitty pub
We all chase our tails, then blame our shadows
Dizzying us, pimpin' our lineage up
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
You just don't get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
You just don't get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
You wanna change, but your wardrobe's limited
You tied the knot, then ate up all the red-robe licorice
We dip our feet in the deep end for dividends
Swimmin' in over our heads, just for the primitive
I'm a sucker too, I'm that dude buying the sneakers
To match the freebie t-shirt he got at the
D.B. Sweeney double feature last Easter
In '01, I had a cell phone, a two-way, and a beeper
Don't believe me, ask a legion of weed-freak tweakers
I need to air it out like a free-fallin' streaker
Going Bob Seger on a prefab skeezer
Waitin' for the pool boy to get the V's out the freezer
I don't answer when you call now, wonder why?
I see your true colors now, and I'm color blind
Not callin' out names, maybe some other time
No angels here, just three upside down number nines
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
You just don't get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
You just don't get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
While we bitch about sitting on a city bus
Silly fucks, live it up, one less bill to divvy up
Insurgents versus peace sign insignias
Read the stats sheet, conceived with hippie love
Sticky-licky, lucky lolly, amphibian lungs
The modern-day high is at least sixty bucks
Too much purple in your pissy cup
Pin the tail on the pinstriped donkey-dick simian mutt
Now you're stuck with an implant, your fibia
Gimme gimme liberty, don't get lippy, schmuck
No pity for idiot pups
There she goes, drunk again, everybody clap for Lydia
Singin' Like a Virgin karaoke at a shitty pub
We all chase our tails, then blame our shadows
Dizzying us, pimpin' our lineage up
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
You just don't get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
You just don't get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
You wanna change, but your wardrobe's limited
You tied the knot, then ate up all the red-robe licorice
We dip our feet in the deep end for dividends
Swimmin' in over our heads, just for the primitive
I'm a sucker too, I'm that dude buying the sneakers
To match the freebie t-shirt he got at the
D.B. Sweeney double feature last Easter
In '01, I had a cell phone, a two-way, and a beeper
Don't believe me, ask a legion of weed-freak tweakers
I need to air it out like a free-fallin' streaker
Going Bob Seger on a prefab skeezer
Waitin' for the pool boy to get the V's out the freezer
I don't answer when you call now, wonder why?
I see your true colors now, and I'm color blind
Not callin' out names, maybe some other time
No angels here, just three upside down number nines
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
You just don't get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
You just don't get it, do you?
Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
I see right through you, boo-hoo
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.18] They're burning up villages in Libya
[00:25.78] While we bitch about sitting on a city bus
[00:28.60] Silly fucks, live it up, one less bill to divvy up
[00:31.73] Insurgents versus peace sign insignias
[00:34.67] Read the stats sheet, conceived with hippie love
[00:37.06] Sticky-licky, lucky lolly, amphibian lungs
[00:39.77] The modern-day high is at least sixty bucks
[00:42.71] Too much purple in your pissy cup
[00:44.54] Pin the tail on the pinstriped donkey-dick simian mutt
[00:48.32] Now you're stuck with an implant, your fibia
[00:51.27] Gimme gimme liberty, don't get lippy, schmuck
[00:54.11] No pity for idiot pups
[00:56.15] There she goes, drunk again, everybody clap for Lydia
[00:59.68] Singin' Like a Virgin karaoke at a shitty pub
[01:02.73] We all chase our tails, then blame our shadows
[01:05.39] Dizzying us, pimpin' our lineage up
[01:07.95] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[01:11.16] You just don't get it, do you?
[01:13.51] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[01:16.78] I see right through you, boo-hoo
[01:19.17] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[01:22.49] You just don't get it, do you?
[01:24.81] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[01:28.00] I see right through you, boo-hoo
[01:32.22]
[01:53.22] You wanna change, but your wardrobe's limited
[01:55.99] You tied the knot, then ate up all the red-robe licorice
[01:58.86] We dip our feet in the deep end for dividends
[02:01.42] Swimmin' in over our heads, just for the primitive
[02:04.63] I'm a sucker too, I'm that dude buying the sneakers
[02:07.75] To match the freebie t-shirt he got at the
[02:10.10] D.B. Sweeney double feature last Easter
[02:12.81] In '01, I had a cell phone, a two-way, and a beeper
[02:16.04] Don't believe me, ask a legion of weed-freak tweakers
[02:18.91] I need to air it out like a free-fallin' streaker
[02:21.64] Going Bob Seger on a prefab skeezer
[02:24.12] Waitin' for the pool boy to get the V's out the freezer
[02:27.48] I don't answer when you call now, wonder why?
[02:29.91] I see your true colors now, and I'm color blind
[02:32.73] Not callin' out names, maybe some other time
[02:35.52] No angels here, just three upside down number nines
[02:38.23] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[02:41.51] You just don't get it, do you?
[02:43.84] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[02:47.18] I see right through you, boo-hoo
[02:49.50] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[02:52.78] You just don't get it, do you?
[02:55.18] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[02:58.45] I see right through you, boo-hoo
[03:26.34]
[00:25.78] While we bitch about sitting on a city bus
[00:28.60] Silly fucks, live it up, one less bill to divvy up
[00:31.73] Insurgents versus peace sign insignias
[00:34.67] Read the stats sheet, conceived with hippie love
[00:37.06] Sticky-licky, lucky lolly, amphibian lungs
[00:39.77] The modern-day high is at least sixty bucks
[00:42.71] Too much purple in your pissy cup
[00:44.54] Pin the tail on the pinstriped donkey-dick simian mutt
[00:48.32] Now you're stuck with an implant, your fibia
[00:51.27] Gimme gimme liberty, don't get lippy, schmuck
[00:54.11] No pity for idiot pups
[00:56.15] There she goes, drunk again, everybody clap for Lydia
[00:59.68] Singin' Like a Virgin karaoke at a shitty pub
[01:02.73] We all chase our tails, then blame our shadows
[01:05.39] Dizzying us, pimpin' our lineage up
[01:07.95] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[01:11.16] You just don't get it, do you?
[01:13.51] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[01:16.78] I see right through you, boo-hoo
[01:19.17] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[01:22.49] You just don't get it, do you?
[01:24.81] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[01:28.00] I see right through you, boo-hoo
[01:32.22]
[01:53.22] You wanna change, but your wardrobe's limited
[01:55.99] You tied the knot, then ate up all the red-robe licorice
[01:58.86] We dip our feet in the deep end for dividends
[02:01.42] Swimmin' in over our heads, just for the primitive
[02:04.63] I'm a sucker too, I'm that dude buying the sneakers
[02:07.75] To match the freebie t-shirt he got at the
[02:10.10] D.B. Sweeney double feature last Easter
[02:12.81] In '01, I had a cell phone, a two-way, and a beeper
[02:16.04] Don't believe me, ask a legion of weed-freak tweakers
[02:18.91] I need to air it out like a free-fallin' streaker
[02:21.64] Going Bob Seger on a prefab skeezer
[02:24.12] Waitin' for the pool boy to get the V's out the freezer
[02:27.48] I don't answer when you call now, wonder why?
[02:29.91] I see your true colors now, and I'm color blind
[02:32.73] Not callin' out names, maybe some other time
[02:35.52] No angels here, just three upside down number nines
[02:38.23] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[02:41.51] You just don't get it, do you?
[02:43.84] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[02:47.18] I see right through you, boo-hoo
[02:49.50] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[02:52.78] You just don't get it, do you?
[02:55.18] Ooh ooh, you don't fucking get it
[02:58.45] I see right through you, boo-hoo
[03:26.34]