Everything is ugly
When you start to moan;
The birds are wingin', the day that you stray,
But later, when you are further away,
Things won't seem so ugly,
Here suck my bone;
Here's what you'll keep saying
When you're far from home:
Swami,
Swami,
The sun shines east, the sun shines west,
I know where the sun shines best--
Swami,
My little Swami,
My heartstrings are tangled around Alabammy.
I'm comin',
Sorry that I made you wait.
I'm comin',
Hope and trust that I'm not late, oh oh oh
Swami,
My little Swami,
I'd walk a million miles
To punch one of your smiles,
My Swami! Oh oh oh...
(SPOKEN) Swami...
My little Swami.
The sun shines east-- the sun shines west--
I know where-- the sun shines best!
It's on my Swami! I'm talkin' about, nobody else's!
(SUNG) My little Swami,
My heartstrings are tangled around Alabammy.
(SPOKEN) Swami-- Swami, I'm comin'--
I'm so sorry that I made you wait!
Swami-- Swami, I'm comin'!
Oh God, I hope I'm not late!
Look at me, Swami! Don't you know me?
I'd kill your little baby!
(SUNG) I'd walk a million miles
To punch one of your smiles,
My Swami!
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--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
"I just got sick of the bullshit"
- Howard Beale
:: Currently listening to Malaguena, 1897, by Albéniz, from "Concierto de Aranjuez/Fantasia para un gentilhombre"
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Message received and understood. Over and out.