This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
So if I had a dime for
Every time I
Should have stopped playing guitar, and
Put my nose in a book
Then my head would be healthy
And my guitar would be dusty
And that just might save me
From a bunch of bad songs
So, maybe I am too polite
Just like good Moses.
Just like good manners.
We've had enough of them
Yeah, yeah oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah
Now we're moving a little bit slow
Yeah, oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Another round for my friends, I'll
Get payback later
When evening turns midnight
I'll be just getting home
I know that you're hot and you're bothered
Now you're skin's going crazy
It's a hundred degrees, and
You've got a sweater on
So, I'd like to come out
The side of the kitchen
So that when this party's ending
I'll be taking your number home
Yeah, yeah oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah.
Now we're moving a little bit slow
Yeah, oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, yeah oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah.
Now we're moving a little bit slow
Yeah, oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Stop playing guitar
Stop playing guitar
Every time I
Should have stopped playing guitar, and
Put my nose in a book
Then my head would be healthy
And my guitar would be dusty
And that just might save me
From a bunch of bad songs
So, maybe I am too polite
Just like good Moses.
Just like good manners.
We've had enough of them
Yeah, yeah oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah
Now we're moving a little bit slow
Yeah, oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Another round for my friends, I'll
Get payback later
When evening turns midnight
I'll be just getting home
I know that you're hot and you're bothered
Now you're skin's going crazy
It's a hundred degrees, and
You've got a sweater on
So, I'd like to come out
The side of the kitchen
So that when this party's ending
I'll be taking your number home
Yeah, yeah oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah.
Now we're moving a little bit slow
Yeah, oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah, yeah oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah.
Now we're moving a little bit slow
Yeah, oh yeah. Yeah, oh yeah.
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Stop playing guitar
Stop playing guitar
Stop Playing Guitar Lyrics as written by Daniel John Didier Daniel John Dideer
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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that's so crazy....a brain tumor?.....
-long live the quiet-