Such bitchin’, fussin’, cussin’
… I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, mm, yeah, but I had to kill her
I had to put her six feet under
And I can still hear her complain
… I used to love her, ooh, yeah, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, ooh, yeah, but I had to kill her
I knew I’d miss her, so I had to keep her
She’s buried right in my backyard, whoa, yeah
Ooh, yeah
… I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, mm, oh, yeah, but I had to kill her
She bitched so much, she drove me nuts
And now I’m happier this way, yeah
Whoa, whoa, yeah
… Take it for what it is
… I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, mm, oh, yeah, but I had to kill her
I had to put her, ooh, six feet under
And I can still hear her complain
An Englishman, a Frenchman, a Texan and a Mexican are on a plane that is crashing. The Englishman decides to save everyone an says “God save the queen!” and jumps out. The plane is still crashing, so the Frenchman says “vive la France!” and jumps out. The plane is still crashing, so the Texas says “remember the Alamo!” and throws out the Mexican.
I have a ‘74 Vette with a 454. It is not worth tens of thousands of dollars, but I’d be pretty pissed if it got stolen. I have heard thieves go for common cars that have value in their parts, not classics like that which stick out like sore thumbs.