harold of the rocks þarký sözü

it was a weekend´s eve,
i had sex on my breath
i was lookin´ for somethin´ to see.
with a borrowed black
leather and my best fishin´ hat.
well it was just wendy o. and me.
we called old swamp
up on the telephone
and said we was comin´ on
down to pick him up
and then, he said,
"hey swampy, me and greeny´ll come along -
but only if we can bring a friend."
"his name is harold."
i said "okay."
now, we had a
swamper, greeny, wendy o, stanley, harold of the rocks and me.
we hopped into my dart
and headed for the nightbreak
to see a man they call schooly d.
harold he´s a friendly guy.
he rambles on and on.
he´ll talk the balls off
a rhinosaurus.
fact is he just doesn´t
make much sense.
well stan said
"this guy´s pretty bizarre gus."
harold of the rocks.

i saw harold at a
party trouzy threw
late one night.
i said, "hey man,
do you remember me?"
he said, "o´ course
i do snapdad and
let me tell ya right
´bout now i´m lit
up like an ol´ christmas tree."
hey bro you know i´d
like to thank you once
again for let´n me
hang with ya´ all across
the bay. when i
look back at that
night i get me a
warm spot across my heart."
then he shook my
hand, and walked away.
that´s teh last i
seen of harold.
harold of the rocks.
so in the end,
swamper and greeny
finally succumb to
the ways of harold.
and in doing so
each gave just a little bit
of his soul away.
wnat a couple of dumbshits.