Black Mags Lyrics
[Chorus:]
Pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
P-p-pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
I got a fresh bowl cut, curly blond locks
L.A Gears like up when I walk, Floss
In my hosh gosh pagosh overalls
Match may Heman lunchbox
I got a fresh bowl cut, curly blond locks
L.A Gears like up when I walk, Floss
In my hosh gosh pagosh overalls
Match may Heman lunchbox
Over all probably say I was an eight,
Only cause I was running a slight bit late
For my first day of first grade with Miss Smith
Who sat across the way this chick Meredith,
The hottest girl I knew at the age of six,
Bow match the shoes, shoes match the dress
I'm an anxious kid so this dangerous
Start sweating getting nervous feeling strange and shit.
Now its lunch time I'm drinking milk
Brain starts to panic room starts to tilt
I'm feeling nauseous stomach doing flips,
Then up comes my lunch right on to Meredith.
A little on the lap more so on the black shoe,
Sorry I said I couldn't wait until the bathroom ,
I feel so bad, how do I make it up to you
Can I pick you up on my bike after school like....
[Chorus:]
Pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
P-p-pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front
I'm on the dyno with the black mags
Black mags,
Dyno with the black mags, black mags
Black mags,
Dyno with the black mags,black mags
black mags.
