| I know a fat girl, she wears a orange skirt
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| You give her twenty dollars and you can do work
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| She’ll take food stamps and a traveller’s cheque
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| Because her hair and her face and her life’s a wreck
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| She wears a bright blonde wig, some high heeled pumps
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| She’s down in the dumps so she’s sellin’her rump
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| She’s a hot little momma and she works every day
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| If you wanna pay to play, here’s where she stays
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| She’s at the…
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| (Bristol Hotel) Room 515
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| (The Bristol Hotel) Where that at? |
| (Jamaica, Queens!)
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| I seen her standin’there, slutty as could be Offering the putty for a itty-bitty fee
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| Every red light she’ll come over to your ride
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| Or she’s standin’in the doorway tellin’you to come inside
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| The Bristol Hotel, cos it ain’t no thing
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| And her meat tastes better than Burger King
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| Japanese executives in three-piece suits
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| Glasses all foggy when they come in the place
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| The girlies in the Bristol, they’re all in cahoots
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| He fell asleep and got robbed, and cold chumped his face at the…
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| Repeat chorus
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| Party people check the story cos the story is ill
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| It’s the story of two men, one Harold, one Bill
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| They went inside the Bristol on a Saturday night
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| Harold was cool but Bill felt uptight
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| The girlies made attempts but Harold played it cool
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| Never ever rush, that’s the golden rule
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| I been comin’to the Bristol’s ten years of my life
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| A-yo, what the hell? |
| Yo, man that’s my wife!
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| (The…)
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| Repeat chorus
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| You see, a Bristol girl is a one of a kind
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| And if you know her good enough she won’t make you stand on line
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| She’ll let you inside, make you pay for the ride
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| Take off her pants and then it smells like somebody died
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| You say What the heck, because you already paid
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| Not knowin’that the guy that went before you had AIDS
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| Bang bang boogie, she was so amusin'
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| Next week you’re at the clinic gettin’blood transfusions
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| At the…
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| Repeat chorus
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| (The Bristol Hotel) (till fade) |