Goldie,the golden boy,
the real C-3pO.
Bury me with my golden chains, I was always an expensive slave.
Six feet under, in a brown golden casket.
Many days, nights, seasons and years will come and go.
But I'll still be
Six feet under, in a brown golden casket.
The flesh will rot away, but like an ol' ***** pirate,
my gold teeth will still be shinny,
my rose gold Rolex watch will still be ticking.
Goldie, the golden boy,
the real C-3pO.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
Goldie,the golden boy,
the real C-3pO.
Bury me with my golden chains, I was always an expensive slave.
Six feet under, in a brown golden casket.
Many days, nights, seasons and years will come and go.
But I'll still be
Six feet under, in a brown golden casket.
The flesh will rot away, but like an ol' ***** pirate,
my gold teeth will still be shinny,
my rose gold Rolex watch will still be ticking.
Goldie, the golden boy,
the real C-3pO.
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