Av Ingens Frö
Music by Martin Hoffman
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their cresote dumps
They're flying you back to the Mexico border
To pay all your money to wade back again
My father's own father, he wanted that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees
And they rode the truck till they took down and died
CHORUS
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maris
You won't have a name when you ride the big air-
Chris Rock Was My RA
Well my freshman year had an awesome RA. i had the best RA in the world. i wish
u was with me all my 4 years. his name is Arnold baldwin. we had this RA.Arnold
Baldwin. hes this big tall skinny black guy.he talked exactly like chris rock.
we loved him because he didnt give a crap about us. he didnt care. hes like,
"im your RA!Resident Assistant! Resident Assistant! im not the resident
council! im not the resident mother! i dont need to know everything! your
friends throwing up in the bathroom i dont need to know! everybody throws up
hes lucky he made it to the bathroom! just give him a tick tack and a pillow
and leave em alone! leave em alone! i dont need to know! your sweet mate is
smokin crack, i dont need to know! just tell him to ex hale through a empty
toilet paper roll stucked with dryer sheets! make it smell like the mountain
springs freshes of crack! i dont need to know! i dont need to know if u gotta
40 oz beer ball keg playin bing ball flip cup century club got zoomy zoomy goin
on i dont need to know cause i dont care! yo girlfriend broke up wit u, i dont
care! yo roomate is a pain on the ass, i dont care! u made a booty call fo in
the mornin and she got a friend, i care! remember me!