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Suburban Hillbilly
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Single   $1
Album   $7
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Peak #155
Peak in subgenre #25
Author
Wango
Rights
2008
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February 09, 2009
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MP3 8.3 MB, 320 kbps, 3:37
Lyrics
Flyin high Woah! here comes Santa Claus! Shakin down the booty through the roof I put on my pajamas and I called my mamma Said he's comin in with a bowl of jelly on Well I'm just a poor boy in this world And mamma's servin eggnog to the girls Chickens runnin in the backyard Suburban life can be so hard When all you got is a mattress and a shoe Shake it shake it Kris Kringle is naked He's suckin on a flask of old Gray Goose Someone called the police They showed up with the head cheese They took him out the back door, now he's gone Sheriff Clancey, you stole my Christmas from me Now gimme back my futons and my skis I say hey there Clancey, they sure ain't nothin fancy But I'm rollin out to Aspen on the third Well I'm just a poor boy in this world And mamma's servin eggnog to the girls Chickens runnin in the backyard Suburban life can be so hard When all you got is a mattress and a shoe I'm just a poor boy in this world And mamma's servin eggnog to the girls We got chickens runnin in the backyard Suburban life can be so hard When all you got is a mattress and a shoe
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