Twelve Horny Women Lyrics & Chords By How I Met Your Mother

Oh, he doesn't smell like Irish Spring, and he never taught me anything, But still I slap my chest and sing of my drunken Irish dad. Oh, his face looks like a railroad map and he...read more

Stewie/Brian : You and I are so awfully different Too awfully different To ever be pals Stewie- Do you want to go first? Brian- Yeah I'll go. Brian- Your favorite...read more

Louis: It seems today, that all you see is violence in movies, and sex on T. V. Peter: But where are those good old-fashioned values, on which we used to rely? Brian: It used to...read more

Take a drink And you'll sink to a state, of pure inebriation You'll be tanked, like the whole, Irish nation When you drink enough, of my beer, You will find this magic...read more

Baby, you were crazy if ya thought I loved ya †Cause the "Q" man loves nobody but himself I never knew how twisted a fella could be Hey, I guess it's good I never told ya...read more