So now every time I hear "Mexican Radio" it reminds me of my little stalker.. I wish I could find him, last I heard he moved to another town at the end of the school year.
I miss Anna too.. she was another one that got rumors started, because apparently straight girls can't invite lesbian chicks to stay the night at their house without something sexual going on. Granted, Anna was really hot..
I miss driving Anna and Rick and Kathy home, with all 4 of us squeezed into my tiny truck and everybody arguing over who got to pick the cd this time.
I miss "tutoring" Rick.. we really did study, just not all the time. He ended up with an "A" in French that semester.
I miss Anna's weird obsession with soy milk, and watching weird movies like 'May' together..
I miss a lot of people from home that I'll probably never see again. I should get over it, but sometimes I randomly remember these little things and they make me sad.
I remember I was taking a bubble bath and singing along to 'Mexican Radio' one day - my mom came in and asked me if I had lost my mind, she thought the music was horrible, but it was funny to hear a little white girl singing it in the bathtub.
Southpark Mexican
"Mexican Radio"
Broke cadillacs
never lie on raps
smoke killer herb
till my lungs collapse
lost two grand last night shooting craps
then i hit the ritz and bought a few laps
just got a letter from my old best friend
doin twenty-five in the federal pen
wanna come home but he said until then
could i look over his three children
they wake him up at five a.m. for froot loops
draped up in white overalls and black boots
used to drive a 'lac sippin gin and juice
now he need money for some chips and soups
run around town with a sack of rocks
polo shirts with the matching socks
mom i promise one day i'ma stop
i'ma grow up and be an astro-naut
chorus:
i'm on the mexican, radio
i'm on the mexican, I-oh, radio
now daddy come first and daddy come next
daddy represent that screwston tex
silly punks jealous of the sp-mex
but your whole crew should be wearing kotex
i'ma get buy and i'ma get high
thirteen five i'ma let my birds fly
everybody knows that my back is not dry
if you say it is youza d-d-damn lie
rolling through life like a tumble weed
i'm the young pres of my company
home catching hell cause i love my weed
baby can u please let your husband breathe
tryin' to dodge death and tryin' to dodge jail
ol' damn friends tryin' to do my gal
people used to call me the bum from hell
laughed at my car when my muffler fell
chorus
pull another bud frome the fat ass dime
gripping wood grain let the seat recline
got the asian girl with the big behind
take her to the telly and she love me long time
remember when i begged you to buy my tapes
now i buy cribs on the sides of lakes
pray to the lord and ask why they hate
cuz they got the nuts of the size of grapes
twenty-two inches on my thirty-two ton
every candy paint cost eighty-five hun
even if i'm in my swimming pool having fun
still i stay strapped with a water proof gun
i'm asking you please can u pray for me reverend
when i die will i got to heaven?
try to count the t.v's in my car i got eleven
pioneer read one double o seven
I think I may order the cd as a late birthday gift to myself.
My favorite South Park song was Merry Fuckin Xmas when Mr. Garrison sang it lol.
Btw...side info..I grew up in a suburb of Pittsburgh, PA called South Park and graduated from South Park High School lol.
for some damn reason, it was the hold music of the uni I was on the phone with the other day.
it's evil I tell you
pa rum pa pum pmmmmm
me and my drum