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Weird Al Yankovic - The Alternative Polka Weird Al Yankovic - The Alternative Polka |
| Soy un perdedor!
I'm a loser, baby
So why don't you kill me?
(everybody)
Soy un perdedor!
I'm a loser, baby
So why don't you kill me?
Hey!
I am I am I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I'm gonna get close to you
You wouldn't want me have to hurt you, too
Hurt you, too
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know you know, you know, you know
Here I come I come I come I come
Here I come I come I come
'Cause all I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feelin' I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feelin' I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard!
Help me! I broke apart my insides
Help me! I've got no soul to sell
Help me! the only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
I wanna *poit* you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna *bonk* you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
You bang bang bang bang bang
Blame blame blame
You bang bang bang bang bang
It's not my thing so let it go
'Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able to make it enough for
you to be open wide
No!
And every time you speak her name does she know how you told me you'd hold me
until you died?
'Til you died?
Well you're still alive
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You oughta know
Hey!
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage
And someone will say what is lost can never be saved
Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage
I love all of you
Hurt by the cold
So hard and lonely, too
When you don't know yourself
I don't owe you anything!
I don't owe you anything!
I don't owe you anything!
I don't owe you anything
Black Hole Sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain?
Black Hole Sun
Won't you come?
Won't you come?
Black Hole Sun! Black Hole Sun!
Won't you come?
Black Hole Sun! Black Hole Sun!
Won't you come?
Black Hole Sun! Black Hole Sun!
Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once?
I am one those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
And am I just paranoid
Or am I just stoned?
Or am I just stoned?
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Weird Al Yankovic:
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