Lyrics - The Fun Lovin' Criminal by Fun Lovin Criminals

One, two, three and
I come with the redneck stylebecause you know
I get paid by the mile, like
Avis
I pave this,
Fast save this, everybody smile. . .
And act gracioussee
I rob banks,
I pull pranks, sometimes
I eatfranks and knishes,best wishes,
I'm vicious and here
I am again like
CNN.
Delivery my friend.
Stick 'em up punk, it's the
Fun
Lovin'
Criminal
Yes we bug a lot and my friends is loud and. . .
I'm more freaky than
Disco 2000
I scream,
I yell,
I bark,
I bite
I'll hit you with an egg on a hot summer night
I never let the cops get wind of me
I never say die
I never take myself too seriously
Cause everybody knows fat birds don't fly
Stick'em up punk, it's the
Fun
Lovin'
Criminal
Means with the green, murder on your spleenliving in a dream do you know what
I meangoateed indeed, smart like
John
Steed
I'll steal your girlie and
I'll steal your weed
I got so much flavor. . .
I always leave you chewin'
I got so many styles you think
I'm from the
U.
N.
I broke into the
White
House and never got caughtand
I'd be
Neil
Armstrong if
I was an astronaut
We're always optimistic about human relations
We've got more friends than my man
Peter
Gatien
We're always fun loving, so don't start bugging
If your girlie comes up and starts kissing and hugging
Stick'em up punk, it's the
Fun
Lovin'
Criminal

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