Little Feat Hoy Hoy The Fan -- Bill Payne, Lowell George Heard you got an infection From a guitar player of great renown Wait 'till the shit hits the fan You couldn't turn him down You pulled your dress up above your knees And kissed your soft legs there He was on top of the pop stars You couldn't turn him down You were a sweet girl When you were a cheerleader But I think you're much better now Bought a few reds from your neighboorhood dealer And you passed out in the back of a car You were too fucked up to climb out What if your old man had found out? |
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