I'm happy to be Joe Public, that's me Joe Public, that's me Joe Public, that's me Joe Public, that's me I put my faith in the powers that be Joe Public
Joe Public in an overcoat a smile on his face and his fingers down your throat making you stick with his victory salute Vs up for England or does he mean
Vertaling: Publiek, Joe. Leef en leer.
Vertaling: Rutles, Die. Joe Public.
Joe Public in an overcoat A smile on his face and his fingers down your throat Making you stick with his victory salute Vs up for England or does he
'm happy to be Joe Public, that's me Joe Public, that's me Joe Public, that's me Joe Public, that's me I put my faith in the powers that be Joe Public
public But I'm not gonna say that In my monologue La la, La la la la la This is my musical monologue! You might think I'd bring up Joe That guy who
shoulda dried up, like a prune-a Mister mechanic this place needs a tune up For the pink cadillac cause it's block is off And have more use, than a public
[Eminem] Life handed me lemons, I jumped back in the public eye And squirted lemon juice in it, by now you just wish i'd fucking die, But I electrify,
you that I'm rootin' For the other team in the culture wars So, I stab the beast belly as the vulture snores Yo Joe, let it blow with convulsive force
[Verse 1: B.I.G.] I was a terror since the public school era bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezin asses smokin blunts was a daily routine since 13
listened to haters thet said it'd never be Remember me? the fat kid from trinity Who was once a public enemy is now a loved celebrity If joe could do
better read a lot because you really need a lot of Information, and some education 'Cause I'm replacin' what you hearin' on your station Darryl is a Mack, Joe is in the Public
!") [D.M.C.] I write rhymes I got rhythm I continue to flow Recitin lines full of wisdom make decisions with Joe Tonight I'm gettin busy won't you give
My name's Joe, I'm the CEO Yeah, I'm the man makes the big wheels roll I'm the hand on the green light switch You get to be famous, I get to be rich
eight men with loaded tecs Ridin' around with Chrysler PT cruisers from a mental institution Whip mob style, Tone Capone AZ in charge of publicity on the phone Crazy Joe
and scuffle, at the Greek I ain't down with that 'fess shit You gonna rooter yourself and get your motherfuckin ass killed With that bulletproof vest shit Copy assholes, let the public
what, say what, say what (Pharoah Monch in the house, you get out) {Joey Crack, Terror Squad, baby} Ooh girl you know what's up (Ladies, rub on your titties) [Fat Joe
