Little Feat – Cold, Cold, Cold
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Lyrics Tripe Face Boogie – Little Feat
Buffalo’d in buffalo
Entertained in Houston
New York, yew nork,
You gotta choose one
Tripe face boogie
Boogie my sneakers away
I don’t want your money
Don’t want your time
Please don’t hype me honey
Or I’ll give you back your dime
Tripe face boogie
Boogie my sneakers away
I don’t dig potato chips
A can’t dig torts
Tripe my guacamole, baby
Tripe my shorts
Hype boogie
Tripe boogie
Hype boogie
All night Long
You bring your guitar and I’ll bring the wine
We’ll blow out our speakers, just one more time
Tripe face boogie, look out!
Give tripe face his way
Look Out!
Give tripe face his day
Look Out!
Give tripe face his way
Written by: BILL PAYNE, RICHIE HAYWARD
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