Steve Terreberry – If Guitar Riffs Were

Steve Terreberry – If Guitar Riffs Were Lyrics

Artist: Steve Terreberry
Song: If Guitar Riffs Were

Bernadette Nere
Burnin’ up the atmosphere
I met a stranger with a potater
Where did it go?

Where is my banana boat?
And why’s this lady look like Slim Shady?
Knock, knock, knock, knock
Knock, knock, knock, knock

Let’s go to the zoo
I don’t want too
We’ll see the baboons and kangaroos
I don’t like baboons

They won’t hurt you
I guess that is true, maybe I just don’t like you
Here we go, pick a turtle
Ring, ring

Widgets and Ratchet & Clank
Bok choy
Pick a turtle
Then leave, then we’ll come visit the turtles

Taking out the garbagе with my pants off
Going to the bathroom with my pants on
Going to do the groceriеs with my pants off
Doing the hokey pokey with my pants on

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I don’t want no mayonnaise

I just want pickles on my sandwich
I don’t want to eat the sandwich
I just want to throw the sandwich
Neih, neih, neh-neh, negh-negh

I like tomatoes and juice and a cooked summer goose
I don’t like granola bars; they make me go poo
Hired a make-up artist, make-up artist
Make me look good

Paddle boat
It’s the first World War
Da-nah-now, da-nah-now, da-nah-now
Ap-ehn-evn-le-do

I tripped on banana, banana tripped me
Tripped on a banana, I tripped on banana
Banana tripped me
But then I did it again

Banana tripped me, bana-
I tripped on this banana
That’s a squished banana
I said this banana, that is why is all squishy

What banana?
I said this banana
That’s not a banana, that’s a Brazilian Kumquat
Work baby, feel the burn

I’ll make you look f#ckable
I don’t like exercise, I’d rather be punchable
What did you do?
I sat on that stool

You sat there too
I don’t weigh as much as you
A banana, banana
It’s a banana, it’s a banana

Banana, banana, it’s a banana, it’s a banana
Banana, banana
What the f#ck?
It’s a banana, banana

It’s a banana, it’s a banana, banana
Banana, it’s a banana
It’s a banana, banana, banana
What the f#ck?

What I’m gonna do?
Tell me, what I’m gonna do?
Gonna do, gonna do
I say, what am I gonna do?

I say
Baby, you just stepped on my cat
Bacon bits
You just killed him, he won’t eat that

Kitty is as flat as a mat
Oops, p#ss#, squished p#ss#, squished p#ss# on the floor
He went meow; he looks cute wearing a bandana
Now we can cook ’em up, eat ’em

And cook ’em like a chicken
Marinate in tartar sauce, put ’em in a bowl
Make ’em taste good
If kitty was a chicken, he wouldn’t go bock-bock anymore

Wait, you can’t cook him
I won’t do that
I’ll buy him cat sandals
He’s dead

Wake up, wake up
This is useless cause he won’t wake up now
It wasn’t a cat, it was a mitten
I’m a grandma, pickle stand

I’m a grandma, Buscopan, Pakistan
I’m a grandma, Peter Pan
I’m a grandma, nipple scan, squished banan
Look at this picture of Kylie Jenner wearing a Slayer shirt

She’s such an inspiration for metalheads, eh?
Let me in, let’s talk this over
I don’t need you no more, this is over
Please let me explain myself

I don’t need you no more, this is over
You almost slammed my p#n#s in the door
Subscribe to my channel, meh
Subscribe to my channel, meh

Ba-la-la-la-la
Subscribe to my channel, meh
Subscribe to my channel, meh
Or I’m gonna be pissed
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Steve Terreberry Lyrics – If Guitar Riffs Were

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Release Year: 2015