My boy Freddie’s been haunting my dreams
All the way from Mercury
Freddie Lyrics – JANK
Freddie Lyrics by JANK
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My boy Freddie’s been haunting my dreams
All the way from Mercury
Another hand down the drain
But he’s spit like a weather vane
I kinda feel a bit salty coming out
Of your mouth, of your mouth
When I was wondering if you would come over
And play some Katamari
The way I see it in my head
Sinking into a race car bed
1, 2, 3, 4
Wake me up before I get sore
J-A-N-K
Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey
And I’m feeling anything but useful
And I’m feeling some kind of ditzy
Cooking up something nice
Watch that garlic get all up in that dough
Hey… hey Matt, where are you coming from?
Well Alex, I’ve come from this place called “The Hat Store”