Bob Rivers - Honda Accord | Текст песни

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• Bob Rivers
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I'd like to do a song of great social and political import.
It goes like this...

Oh Lord, won't'cha buy me a Honda Accord?
Mercedes insurance, I cannot afford.
If I drove a Porsche, I'd still be ignored.
Oh Lord, won't'cha buy me a Honda Accord?

Oh Lord, won't'cha buy me some silicone implants?
The breasts that you gave me don't shake when I dance.
Them doctors make mountains of hills made for ants.
Oh Lord, won't'cha buy me some silicone implants?
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Oh Lord, won't'cha find me a good-lookin' male?
My boyfriend is lazy and big as a whale.
Spends all of my money when he's not in jail.
Oh Lord, won't'cha find me a good-lookin' male?

Everybody!

Oh Lord, won't'cha buy me a Honda Accord?
Mercedes insurance, I cannot afford.
My car's held together with a big bungie cord.
So Lord, won't'cha buy me a Honda Accord?

That's it.

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