hardy

Fucked up they parties (fucked up they parties, yeah)

I jump off the rope I feel like Jeff Hardy (feel like Jeff Hardy)

Got tats on my sleeve like Ed Hardy (yeah, Ed Hardy)

Man, I'm glad I'm one of y'all boys

(Yo Hardy, go on tell 'em 'bout the girls one time)

'Cause there's those girls, they're like golden pearls

But my bunk mate has malaria.

You remember Jeffrey Hardy.

They're about to organize a searching party.

I've got my pen, C.G. the remote

Laurel and Hardy's the best bet at four A.M. On a Friday

No dreads about the working day after though

Night and day (we, we, we, what?) Party, party

Party hardy, hardy, hardy, hardy, hardy, hardy, hardy

Night and day (we, we, we, what?) Party parlay

If you're so sure about this

Laurel kismet hardy thing

You know tonight you're mine"

Talking about the '80s and who it will mistreat

Now, Joseph Worken Hardy, checkin' out the jive

Glancing at his pocketbook, inflation is alive

Frankie and Johnny, oh, Bonnie and Clyde

Just like Laurel and Hardy, Bartles and James

One without the other, baby, just ain't the same

We made the strangest couple

A Laurel and Hardy double,

I learnt to play her favourite country songs

John Hardy was a vicious little man

he carried two guns every day