Tex Patrello - Ricky
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Won't you stop the car?
Something funny, if I ain’t crazy
Caught the tree on fire
In a shot, like a Double Wasp
I'm so alive, oh my god
I feel them headlights
Mm, it's getting hot
Did I turn ‘em on?
I crouch
It’s some hunk in his backseat now
He's undressing
He lifts his jersey
It's Ricky, Ricky, the football star's son
Undone inside his car
He doesn't know I'm watching
I will turn away soon as his shoulder pad's unlaced
Just like that
Ricky's my friend
His dad is a dick
‘Cause he makes him play football
When he’d rather play baseball or basketball
Or maybe something that’s on his gamе console
I text him, “Do you wanna play ball at the fiеld down the street?”
He texts me, “Yeah, I can swing it,” and “When should we meet?”
I say, “Right now. You bring the bat, you bring the balls. I know you got a ton”
To the field I run
And wait for him to turn the corner of the school
I swing so hard it spins me around
I throw the bat down to the ground
I run so fast like I said I could
He sprints and trips with a dusty thud
Na na-na-na na na, I'm not all talk, no
Haa ha ha ha ha ha, eat chalk
Slide into home plate, still he chases, “Cheater, cheater,” I shout
He squeezes me and says “I got sand in my fucking mouth”
Mmm, you can spit in my eye, yeah
Ya-ho, let’s go, slick slugger
And try the street now
Run me down
K-I-S-S M-E please
On the piss-sop treetop, it's easy
Said B-L-O-W M-E
You don't have to spell it out, I'm here, baby
Hey Rick! Look, I’m on fire
You catch me every time
Screw pappy, screw your car
(Said, oh my god)
Slick-Dicky's shooting far
(You're my stripe and star)
And they're all locker room rush stories
Do most what your cocky little cod piece could
And yeah, I wonder what you are
When I suck, you star
(Ricky, Rick, my stripe and Star)
You're my favorite star, why are you so far, far away?
(Ricky, number 51)
You're a shiny star, you're a shooter, Ricky
You're the Lone Star
(It's Ricky, Ricky, the Lone Star)
You're my favorite star, why are you so far away, huh?
Ricky, Ricky
Won't you stop the car?
Something funny, if I ain’t crazy
Caught the tree on fire
In a shot, like a Double Wasp
I'm so alive, oh my god
I feel them headlights
Mm, it's getting hot
Did I turn ‘em on?
I crouch
It’s some hunk in his backseat now
He's undressing
He lifts his jersey
It's Ricky, Ricky, the football star's son
Undone inside his car
He doesn't know I'm watching
I will turn away soon as his shoulder pad's unlaced
Just like that
Ricky's my friend
His dad is a dick
‘Cause he makes him play football
When he’d rather play baseball or basketball
Or maybe something that’s on his gamе console
I text him, “Do you wanna play ball at the fiеld down the street?”
He texts me, “Yeah, I can swing it,” and “When should we meet?”
I say, “Right now. You bring the bat, you bring the balls. I know you got a ton”
To the field I run
And wait for him to turn the corner of the school
I swing so hard it spins me around
I throw the bat down to the ground
I run so fast like I said I could
He sprints and trips with a dusty thud
Na na-na-na na na, I'm not all talk, no
Haa ha ha ha ha ha, eat chalk
Slide into home plate, still he chases, “Cheater, cheater,” I shout
He squeezes me and says “I got sand in my fucking mouth”
Mmm, you can spit in my eye, yeah
Ya-ho, let’s go, slick slugger
And try the street now
Run me down
K-I-S-S M-E please
On the piss-sop treetop, it's easy
Said B-L-O-W M-E
You don't have to spell it out, I'm here, baby
Hey Rick! Look, I’m on fire
You catch me every time
Screw pappy, screw your car
(Said, oh my god)
Slick-Dicky's shooting far
(You're my stripe and star)
And they're all locker room rush stories
Do most what your cocky little cod piece could
And yeah, I wonder what you are
When I suck, you star
(Ricky, Rick, my stripe and Star)
You're my favorite star, why are you so far, far away?
(Ricky, number 51)
You're a shiny star, you're a shooter, Ricky
You're the Lone Star
(It's Ricky, Ricky, the Lone Star)
You're my favorite star, why are you so far away, huh?
Ricky, Ricky
