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Rick
Rick You crash the party
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
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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
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