Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rick, artist - And One. Date of issue: 12.01.2012
Song language: English
Rick |
| Born in the desert of the upper east side, |
| there was a guy who wants to party every day every night |
| Dressed like a martin colly, |
| hair shining bright |
| He got no money, got no girlfriend |
| he was feeling alright |
| Rick |
| In the jeans with his head on the wall |
| But too bad he had to wait until its going to fall |
| And after all he felt as one of the best |
| The time was right to take a paper car escape to the west |
| Rick |
| You crash the party |
| We are waiting for an answer, |
| but you think its alright |
| Rick |
| Please don’t worry |
| You’re invited every day |
| But not on Saturday night |
| Oh-oh Oh-oh |
| We think good times alright |
| No doubt about we love you, |
| not on Saturday night |
| Oh-oh Oh-oh |
| We think good times alright |
| No doubt about we love you, |
| not on Saturday night |
| He is the God of his computer scene |
| He wants the cover picture |
| of the Apple magazine |
| But in the end he has to face the fact |
| that even p****s do it better |
| so he lost respect |
| If you want him to stay |
| You have to beg him to pray |
| Until the end of the day |
| He is so boring |
| And he is so Gay-ay-ay |
| Rick |
| You crashed the party |
| We are waiting for an answer |
| but you think its alright |
| Rick |
| Please don’t worry |
| You’re invited every day |
| but not on Saturday night |
| Oh-oh Oh-oh |
| We think good times alright |
| No doubt about we love you |
| not on Saturday night |
| Oh-oh Oh-oh |
| We think good times alright |
| No doubt about we love you |
| not on Saturday night |
| Oh-oh Oh-oh |
| Oh-oh Oh-oh |
| So our Rick |
| is a boy with a harmless toy |
| and a sawfeet has no beak |
| He looks like a double of Mr. Hyde |
| or a dose of stinky meat-BALLS |
| Everybody knows he’s ready for the job |
| of the President of Matzan |
| If you know him look him over |
| like a homo with a gun |
| So run cause there’s no fun |
| If you want him to stay |
| You have to beg him to pray |
| Until the end of the day |
| He is so boring |
| And he’s so Gay-ay-ay |
| Rick |
| You crashed the party |
| We are waiting for an answer |
| but you think its alright |
| Rick |
| Please don’t worry |
| You’re invited every day |
| but not on Saturday night |
| Oh-oh Oh-oh |
| We think good times allright |
| No doubt about we love you |
| not on Saturday night |
| Oh-oh Oh-oh |
| We think good times alright |
| No doubt about we love you |
| not on Saturday night |
| So our Rick |
| is a boy with a harmless toy |
| and a sawfeet has no beak |
| He looks like a double of Mr. Hyde |
| or a dose of stinky meat-BALLS |
| Everybody knows he’s ready for the job |
| of the President of Matzan |
| If you know him look him over |
| like a homo with a gun |
| So run cause there’s no fun |