Sam With The Showing Scalp Flat Top
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โฑ๏ธ 2:51 duration
๐ ID: 4723818
๐ Lyrics
Sam with the showing scalp flat top
Particular about the point it made
Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper
This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin
And they called that, tobacco juice
I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx
My entire room absorbed every echo.
The music was, thud like
The music was, thud like
I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug
Opaque melodies that would bug most people
Music from the other side of the fence
A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads
On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt
With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees, and what-nots
The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd
Beside the fly-pecked black doorway
That looked closed on the tar-lattice street
Up a wrought iron fire escape
Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels
Roll, skreek, roll, skreek, roll, skreek!
Sam with the showing scalp flat top
Particular about the point it made
Sam was a basket case
A hardened dark ivory clip held, saleable everyday pencils
I wish I had a pair 'o bongos
Bongo fury
Bongo fury
Ow! Bongo fury (boogie)
Bongo fury
Bongo fury
Bongo fury
Particular about the point it made
Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper
This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin
And they called that, tobacco juice
I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx
My entire room absorbed every echo.
The music was, thud like
The music was, thud like
I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug
Opaque melodies that would bug most people
Music from the other side of the fence
A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads
On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt
With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees, and what-nots
The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd
Beside the fly-pecked black doorway
That looked closed on the tar-lattice street
Up a wrought iron fire escape
Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels
Roll, skreek, roll, skreek, roll, skreek!
Sam with the showing scalp flat top
Particular about the point it made
Sam was a basket case
A hardened dark ivory clip held, saleable everyday pencils
I wish I had a pair 'o bongos
Bongo fury
Bongo fury
Ow! Bongo fury (boogie)
Bongo fury
Bongo fury
Bongo fury
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.98] Sam with the showing scalp flat top
[00:07.40] Particular about the point it made
[00:11.08] Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper
[00:14.68] This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin
[00:17.36] And they called that, tobacco juice
[00:21.04] I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx
[00:26.49] My entire room absorbed every echo.
[00:30.94] The music was, thud like
[00:35.51] The music was, thud like
[00:40.09] I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug
[00:45.45] Opaque melodies that would bug most people
[00:52.62] Music from the other side of the fence
[00:58.12] A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads
[01:04.54] On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt
[01:11.79] With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees, and what-nots
[01:17.25] The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd
[01:23.58] Beside the fly-pecked black doorway
[01:32.74] That looked closed on the tar-lattice street
[01:38.04] Up a wrought iron fire escape
[01:39.89] Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels
[01:49.89] Roll, skreek, roll, skreek, roll, skreek!
[01:54.75] Sam with the showing scalp flat top
[01:59.84] Particular about the point it made
[02:02.38]
[02:11.61] Sam was a basket case
[02:16.14] A hardened dark ivory clip held, saleable everyday pencils
[02:22.46] I wish I had a pair 'o bongos
[02:28.75] Bongo fury
[02:33.36] Bongo fury
[02:34.71] Ow! Bongo fury (boogie)
[02:40.96] Bongo fury
[02:44.51] Bongo fury
[02:48.29] Bongo fury
[02:51.07]
[00:07.40] Particular about the point it made
[00:11.08] Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper
[00:14.68] This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin
[00:17.36] And they called that, tobacco juice
[00:21.04] I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx
[00:26.49] My entire room absorbed every echo.
[00:30.94] The music was, thud like
[00:35.51] The music was, thud like
[00:40.09] I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug
[00:45.45] Opaque melodies that would bug most people
[00:52.62] Music from the other side of the fence
[00:58.12] A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads
[01:04.54] On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt
[01:11.79] With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees, and what-nots
[01:17.25] The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd
[01:23.58] Beside the fly-pecked black doorway
[01:32.74] That looked closed on the tar-lattice street
[01:38.04] Up a wrought iron fire escape
[01:39.89] Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels
[01:49.89] Roll, skreek, roll, skreek, roll, skreek!
[01:54.75] Sam with the showing scalp flat top
[01:59.84] Particular about the point it made
[02:02.38]
[02:11.61] Sam was a basket case
[02:16.14] A hardened dark ivory clip held, saleable everyday pencils
[02:22.46] I wish I had a pair 'o bongos
[02:28.75] Bongo fury
[02:33.36] Bongo fury
[02:34.71] Ow! Bongo fury (boogie)
[02:40.96] Bongo fury
[02:44.51] Bongo fury
[02:48.29] Bongo fury
[02:51.07]