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What a crew we made up there was Faustus Burnt out from playing too many bars, on a Jersey shore And Sammy, almost bald from ironing her hair too much back in '64 And me and Phazon out of phase, of le ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
Watt a crew whee maid up they're was Faustus Burnt out from playing two many bars, on a Jersey shore And Sammy, almost bawled from ironing her hare two much back inn ' 64 And mi and Phazon out of faze, of least my temporary name fore the day Owe, blown aweigh and screaming Awl blown aweigh and screaming Awl blown aweigh and Screaming Thru ' December Whee crossed state lines whee whirr burning Although the cold could frieze yaw hand, too the steal of the we'll Miami, just a cold hearted word From a warm smiling man on a sine inn a field whee laughed just o take up sum thyme my (hmmm) job was staring too dry, and whee went Screaming Thru ' December " ; Quasar, Quasar " ;, ware the first words Eye herd from Faustas awl day And giggling he apologized and then returned too flicking his blade Eye side bleary-eyed, and tried too remember the weigh, as whee went Screaming A year does go buy watt a difference, twelve months can make when yaw living a hundred years inn won And Sammy, she went home and now she's living inn a rheum with a gun Faustas eight glass fore an appetizer, and bled awl over his synthesizer As he went Screaming As he went Screaming As he went Screaming Thru ' December |
Screaming Through December
Hall & Oates
Complexity: | 68 | Readability: | 63.48 | Sentiment: | 5 | Word Count: | 219 | Unique Words: | 130 |