People live in fear of the Boulevard man
He's a bigger, badder dude than homie He Man
He can lift four hundred pounds and fourteen cinder blocks
The brother's got biceps like a chicken's got pox
He wears his Harvard underwear around the hall
Getting pretty chummy with the RA named Paul
Guitar in hand, he's singin' songs about his poodle
Hummin' and strummin' the electric struedel
Boulevard
Suckachunk sliva col' to the gateway
If you roll up on the Boulee, man, you're col' gonna pay
'Cuz my man is comin' atcha like a serve from Capriatti
Every 2 hours my man's going to the potty
Backwards words are flowin' straight outta his niarb
In the dark my man in especially evarb
He shimmys and he boogies and wiggles like a noodle
Let's not forget our reference to electric struedel
Boulevard
He shares the same name with the great Alexander
Philosophical views lean towards Anaximander
Size small Harvards are his favorite fashion
Emotionally complex he shows much compassion
He wouldn't even hurt an innocent fly
But you roll up on him wrong and you're col gonna die
'Cuz my man holds to the truth like a pirate to his bootle
Once more we'll refer to electric struedel
Boulevard
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People live in fear of the Boulevard man
He's a bigger, badder dude than homie He Man
He can lift four hundred pounds and fourteen cinder blocks
The brother's got biceps like a chicken's got pox
He wears his Harvard underwear around the hall
Getting pretty chummy with the RA named Paul
Guitar in hand, he's singin' songs about his poodle
Hummin' and strummin' the electric struedel
Boulevard
Suckachunk sliva col' to the gateway
If you roll up on the Boulee, man, you're col' gonna pay
'Cuz my man is comin' atcha like a serve from Capriatti
Every 2 hours my man's going to the potty
Backwards words are flowin' straight outta his niarb
In the dark my man in especially evarb
He shimmys and he boogies and wiggles like a noodle
Let's not forget our reference to electric struedel
Boulevard
He shares the same name with the great Alexander
Philosophical views lean towards Anaximander
Size small Harvards are his favorite fashion
Emotionally complex he shows much compassion
He wouldn't even hurt an innocent fly
But you roll up on him wrong and you're col gonna die
'Cuz my man holds to the truth like a pirate to his bootle
Once more we'll refer to electric struedel
Boulevard
He's a bigger, badder dude than homie He Man
He can lift four hundred pounds and fourteen cinder blocks
The brother's got biceps like a chicken's got pox
He wears his Harvard underwear around the hall
Getting pretty chummy with the RA named Paul
Guitar in hand, he's singin' songs about his poodle
Hummin' and strummin' the electric struedel
Boulevard
Suckachunk sliva col' to the gateway
If you roll up on the Boulee, man, you're col' gonna pay
'Cuz my man is comin' atcha like a serve from Capriatti
Every 2 hours my man's going to the potty
Backwards words are flowin' straight outta his niarb
In the dark my man in especially evarb
He shimmys and he boogies and wiggles like a noodle
Let's not forget our reference to electric struedel
Boulevard
He shares the same name with the great Alexander
Philosophical views lean towards Anaximander
Size small Harvards are his favorite fashion
Emotionally complex he shows much compassion
He wouldn't even hurt an innocent fly
But you roll up on him wrong and you're col gonna die
'Cuz my man holds to the truth like a pirate to his bootle
Once more we'll refer to electric struedel
Boulevard
Writer: Michael Farr
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