Jim Rome

Lyrics
Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome Well, I turned on the radio, it was Jim Rome He said in a minute, we'll get to the phones But C. Web and J.Wil, my Sac-Town homies Got some epic blasts for all of you clones Something 'bout jungle karma time Have a tape and don't suck, I'll throw you a vine Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome Well, I tried to turn my radio dial To Dr. Laura or Rush–Sieg Heil But Romy was on every station up and down Saying bust out your calls, Bugahaw, C-town Don't be wack, don't geek, bring the smack NoCal, SoCal, Shaq daddy, rack me Jim Romе, Jim Rome, Jim Rome Jim Rome, Jim Romе, Jim Rome Jim Rome, I wonder about your private life Jim Rome, I wonder how you talk to your wife (your wife) Albuquerque, Crapchester, Bang your monkey, DC Orenthal, Rae-enthal, Huge call of the day Tour stop till you drop, Represent, bring the cash Atl, Stl, D-town, Irae Smack off, Jack off, Hacksaw, twist & shout Pimp in the box, you're huge, I'm out Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome
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Credits
- Writers
- Dan Bern