L.A. Radio

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(Frijole, frijole pop!) Negro frijole (Frijole, frijole party!) Death soldier, candy Christmas I can't feel my hand I would if I could But I can't, so I won't But I should, so I will That was the dandy-fandy Hits 109, I'm Tweeky Bob. Caller six, you're on the air Uh, can you play some Self? Excuse me, who? Some Self. Um... Self? Alright kid, you got it. Here's some Seal, on Hits 106.9! Take your hand off that sandwich and put it on my knee (Put your hand, put your hand, put your hand on his knee) Women, hello Women, hello Women, hello Sexy sexy woman, women (I ain't got no sandwich) And I've been milking Pretty whistle princess I'll be finding my money left under the sign Pull out my jimmy to the Queen of England ''Cause you spilled magic on my feet again You're not listening, it's, it's totally a woman's right to choose NO IT'S NOT! NO IT'S NOT! Da-da-doo 1981 1981 I hate my dad, I hate my dad, I hate my dad, I hate my dad I. Hate. My. Dad! I can't seem to tell the truth When I'm wearing more eyeliner than you Yeah! I stick my song down your troat Yeah! I stick my song down your troat Yeah! I stick my song down your troat