Alyson Michalka & AJ Michalka - Frigerator Broke | Текст песни

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• Alyson Michalka & AJ Michalka
• Frigerator Broke

Got tuna fish in my pocket,
butter up my sleeves,
eggs tucked in my dungaree’s,
socks are full of cheese.

You might call me crazy,
but this is not a joke,
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator broke.
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator broke.

Why should I throw my food away?
Why should it go to waste?
That would not be clever,
not be in good taste.

I’ll stand out in the cold all night,
it’s tough but I’ve adjusted,
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator busted.
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator busted.

my fridgerator busted,
but I won’t sing the blues,
carrots are my curlers,
potatoes are my shoes.

Bacon in my cowboy boots,
in my hat’s the beer,
pickles tucked behind my ears,
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a roast strapped to my rear.

May I raise my armpit,
and offer you a coke,
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator broke.
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator broke.

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