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well she's my rock n roll baby
man she's driving me crazy
shell be rockin so hard
that my dick is rock hard
cuz she's my rock n roll baybe
rock n roll baby
well she's my cock n roll baybe
and she's driving me crazy
mannn she's rockin so hard
that my dick is rock hard
cuz she's my rock n roll baybe
my rock n roll baybe
rock n roll baybe gonna rock till the day i die
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i got a flip flop baby and man shes gon be alright
i got a fucked up baby think shes gon be alright
i need a real cool baby who can dance right through the night
i got a nasty baby
i got an all in baby
i got a grimy baby
i got a naughty baby
i need a real cool baby who can boogie right through the night
need a real cool baby who can dance right through the night
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i dont care about you anymore
why dont you walk out of that door
why dont you back out of my life
get out of my face
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We're gonna have a good time, it's gonna be a rock 'n' roll night We're gonna have a good time, we're gonna play the music all night. Come on now, get the music on We're gonna dance and sing till the night is gone I'm feeling good, I'm feeling better now You can really do it and I'll show you how. So come on, can't you hear me saying ? Don't you think about yesterday. We're gonna have a good time, it's gonna be a rock 'n' roll night We're gonna have a good time, we're gonna play the music all night. Ooh, sit down, I don't want you rocking the boat You got your high heels shoes and your overcoat I believe things are better now, if you just let go, I can show you how. So come on, it's no time for sorrow Don't you think about tomorrow.
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meet me at the tree
yeah the tree
dont, you know
in the center
near the big stage dude
(shoutout walpole crew this ones for u)
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the one person the bugged me so bad i made a song with direct input vocals just to talk fast about why he sucks...cooly guy, tough man
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saturday night with nothing to do
i'm real bored baby how about you
come on steady, not about to roll
but when i see ya baybe i lose control
girl, i think you got me now
girl, you know you want me now
girl, well you got me yeah
saturday night with nothing to do
i wanna dance baby well how about you
come on steady, not about to roll
but whenever i see ya babe
my head explodes
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can't get a job
my life is on the line
my girlfriend tells me
that i ain't got no spine
everything i try to do always turns out wrong
i'm a lost cause baby
i'm a lost cause woo
i can't afford a meal
so i'll microwave my cat
come on baby let me
be your welcome mat
everything i try to do always turns out wrong
i'm a lost cause baby
i'm a lost cause woo
i don't brush my teeth
and i won't take a bath
my momma says
she gonna take me to the laundromat
everything i try to do always turns out wrong
i'm a lost cause baby
i'm a lost cause woo
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covered in their golden flowers
hippie children after hours
come out late to feel the powers
of somethin they might forget after yeah
kids these days
best behave
kids these days are so damn hip
always givin me the lip
makin fun of the ones who drip
and yeahhhhhh
covered in gold
on their throne
covered in gold
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high school fools
where everyone's cool
got 40 dollars to be cool
high school girls
everyone drools
new tshirt, old old news
i bought it all to be cool
i just wanted to be cool
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another instrumental ode for the real walpole cool kids
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The much anticipated, massively hyped, Laces album is here. We rock. This is the ultimate trash n roll party album. Party to this and blow off your high school work, baybe.
released August 30, 2017
The Laces are...
Owen
Brianna
Evan
Recorded entirely on a Tascam424 MKiii Portastudio
Album cover photo taken by Brenda Wall
All instruments and songs (besides marked in info) performed and written by Owen Cooke
Evan Cieplik plays bass on "Think You Got Me" and frequents background vocals.
Cover songs are marked as so in the track info.
Bumbilo Records #2
For Tapes:
manwithnotaplan@gmail.com