Biografía:
Stephen Lynch es un humorista de stand-up comedy muy al estilo de Doug Stanhope pero sus monólogos son en forma de canción, Stephen nacio el 28 de Julio de 1971 en Abington, Pennsylvania.
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Otras canciones:
- 3 Balloons
- Dear Diary
- Dr.stephen
- Hair
- Half A Man
- If I Were Gay
- Peanuts
- Pierre
- Special Fred
- Vanilla Ice Cream
- Voices In My Head
- What If God Smoked Cannabis
- Whittlin Man
- A History Lesson
- A Month Dead
- Albino
- Almighty Malachi Professional Bowling God
- America
- Baby
- Beelz
- Best Friends Song
- Bitch
- Bowling Song
- Caught Me Spankin It
- Classic Rock Song
- Country Love Song
- Craig Christ
- D And D
- Delta Kai
- Dirty Sanchez
- Dnd
- Doing Acid At The Mall
- Down To The Old Pub Instead
- Drew Lynch Gary Foster
- Fishin Hole
- For Me
- Gangster Cowboy
- Gay
- Gerbil
- Grandfather Die
- Hallelujah
- Halloween
- Hermaphroditey
- In Defense Of A Peepshow Girl
- It Seems Last Night
- Jim Hensons Dead
- Kill A Kitten
- Little Tiny Moustache
- Medieval Bush
- Mixer At Delta Chi
- Not Home
- Peepshow Girl
- Prettier Than You
- Priest
- Queer Tattoo
- Shes Got A Smile
- Shes Gotta Smile
- Special
- Superhero
- Talk To Me
- Tattoo
- Tennessee
- The Ballad Of Scarface
- The Gathering
- The Night I Laid You Down
- Then She Farted
- Ugly Baby
- Waiting
- What If That Guy From Smashing Pumkins Lost His Car Keys
- When Grandfather Dies
- When Youre Not Home
- While Youre Away
- Whittilin Man
- You Caught Me Spankin It
- Youll Do
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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C
I want to write you a poem
G
That stands the test of all time
Am
A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, an ode
F
With meter and rythm and rhyme
C
I want it to speak of your virtue
G
Sing praise to your stature and poise
Am
I want it to capture your beauty
F
The soul that's alive in your voice
C
I want it to tell of your wisdom
G
How the courage within your heart soars
Am
But all I can think of is how I be lovin'
F G C
Them big, big, big titties of yours
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
F G C
Oh, how my heart sings
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
Bb F C
Ooooh, love those things
C
They bounce like a kid on a trampoline
G
They swing like a 40's jazz band
Am
They stand up like a rock-solid alibi
F
They don't even fit in my hand
C
They curve like a pitch in the big leagues
G
They burn with a passion so hot
Am
And that is the reason I can't wait to squeeze 'em
F G C
Them big, big, big titties you've got
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
F G C
Oh, love's in the air
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
Bb F C
Ooooh, what a pair
Am G F G
Oh I need to need them like sculptors kneed clay
Am G F G
They dance in my dreams in a graceful ballet
Am G F G
C
I'll kiss them so sweetly goodnight at the end of the day
C
They're firm like a John Grisham novel
G
They swell like a wave in the sea
Am
No matter what part of the room that I'm in
F
They're always looking at me
C
They're soft like the cheek of a baby
G
They're sweet like the honey of bees
Am
I'll never ignore them, I'll even adore them
F G C
Someday when they're touching your knees
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
F G C
Ooooh, what a rack
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
Bb F C
Ooooh, hurt your back
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
F G C
Ooooh, on my knees
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
Bb F C
Ooooh, double D's
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
F G C
Ooooh, glory be
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
Bb F C
Ooooh, set them free
C
I want to write you a poem
G
That stands the test of all time
Am
A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, an ode
F
With meter and rythm and rhyme
C
I want it to speak of your virtue
G
Sing praise to your stature and poise
Am
I want it to capture your beauty
F
The soul that's alive in your voice
C
I want it to tell of your wisdom
G
How the courage within your heart soars
Am
But all I can think of is how I be lovin'
F G C
Them big, big, big titties of yours
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
F G C
Oh, how my heart sings
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
Bb F C
Ooooh, love those things
C
They bounce like a kid on a trampoline
G
They swing like a 40's jazz band
Am
They stand up like a rock-solid alibi
F
They don't even fit in my hand
C
They curve like a pitch in the big leagues
G
They burn with a passion so hot
Am
And that is the reason I can't wait to squeeze 'em
F G C
Them big, big, big titties you've got
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
F G C
Oh, love's in the air
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
Bb F C
Ooooh, what a pair
Am G F G
Oh I need to need them like sculptors kneed clay
Am G F G
They dance in my dreams in a graceful ballet
Am G F G
C
I'll kiss them so sweetly goodnight at the end of the day
C
They're firm like a John Grisham novel
G
They swell like a wave in the sea
Am
No matter what part of the room that I'm in
F
They're always looking at me
C
They're soft like the cheek of a baby
G
They're sweet like the honey of bees
Am
I'll never ignore them, I'll even adore them
F G C
Someday when they're touching your knees
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
F G C
Ooooh, what a rack
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
Bb F C
Ooooh, hurt your back
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
F G C
Ooooh, on my knees
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
Bb F C
Ooooh, double D's
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
F G C
Ooooh, glory be
F G C
Ooooh, Hallelujah
Bb F C
Ooooh, set them free
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