Brian... skate Brian... skate Brian... FIGHT Brian... SKATE What would Brian Boitano do If he was here right now? He'd make up a plan and he'd follow
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Traducción: Green Jelly. What Would Brian Boitano Do?.
There was a time when I used to think past physical acts I was tired of leaving too many tracks And noone had my back Always lookin' on the other hand
's a holiday Rainbow eyes, rainbow eyes You paint the world with your love Rainbow skies, up above Lavender sunsets silver pink clouds (? ? ? ) avenue Ever green
(Jae Milz) I am the real, I am the authentic, The fact and the truth is Jae Milz. Brown skin but I'm black in the booth. And for the green or that white
the house for show Father Dom knockin' on your front door Hey hoes, I rest, dress and pimp till I die It's Goldy And this is Brian I am here To say
up, introducing next You know, acknowledge the great My muthafuckin' man J-Love [J-Love] Aiyo, I come through like a Chicago Bears linebacker Call me Brian
once more With a peroxide blonde in a hopped up model Ford, Yeah.?. SOLO Well, we drug down Main, just to make a scene I barked my tires when the light turned green
Hello, hello, hello, hello Consider, if you will This great big question, unanswered still Oh, can you spot the difference that lies between The color blue and the color green
(Brian Ahern) Troubles and trials often betray those On in the weary body to stray But we shall walk beside the still waters With the Good Shepherd
Every corner you turn Walls are closing in All the lights have turned from green to red You're grounded by the weather Nowhere to take flight Somehow
food I've got no time to go to the supermarket It's not that I couldn't make time It's more I get confused when I get there People walking past see the green
wanna get it on, mmhmmm Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Girl you lookin so fly, do, do, do, dooo Said I wanna get it on U-City, uh, uh, Brian McKnight
your tape decks, rhyming to my apex If a nigga don't like he can bite me with a latex Because when I'm rhyming, heads are declining Like brian mulroney
AND PROGRAMMING : BRIAN DEVOIL GUITARS : ANDY REVELL AND CLIVE MITTEN KEYBOARDS : RICK BATTERSBY AND CLIVE MITTEN VOCALS, SQUEAKY TOYS AND ASSORTED NOISES : GEOFF MANN WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN
In the town of Milton one Brian Flannigan battered away till his money was spent Then he hit a big one and felt like a man again, Bought a three decker
whip with the low jack Call a 911 to get the LL back, original bells, LL Rocked them till they fell, competition bailed Looked like Mince Green when
