ZM's Bree & Clint - ZM's Bree & Clint – Summer Special: Clint's Fridayoke Megamix

Episode Date: January 1, 2026

So nice we're doing it twice - but this time Clint's in the hotseat. What better way to start the year than by looking back on some of Clint's Fridayokes from 2025! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Show requested, so here it is. As long as you've got da-da-da-da. It's Z-M's Brian Clinton podcast. Ladies and gentlemen, Brean Clint's Friday Oakey. I want it, want it, wanted, want it. I would like a ring, I would like a ring, I would like a diamond ring. I'm a wedding finger.

I would like a big and shiny diamond that I could wave a run and talk and talk about it. And when the day is here picking me God that I can ever tell it. Until death I do it, do-a-do-a-do-a. Is he a part-about-about it? This man is testing me. Help it, help me, help me, Lord, I need you to tell me. Baby, who-hoo, where that was my husband, who-hoo, what is thinking in so long? To find me, e-e-ee, oh, baby, where the hell is my mother?

Getting down with another. Woo-hoo, yeah. Tell me my cousin, tell me my cousin. Your husband is coming. Look at what you've done. Stand still, falling away from me. When it takes so long Fires out

What do you want to be I'm holding on Myself was never enough for me Gotta be so strong There's a power in what you do Now every other day I'll be watching you Oh Oh

I'll show you what it feels like Now I'm on the outside Oh We did everything right now I'm on the outside Oh I'll show you what it feels like Now I'm on the outside Oh

We did everything right Now I'm on the outside You said your phone was broken Just forgot to charge it Whole outfit you're wearing God I hope it's ironic. Did you just say we're finished, didn't know we started. It's all just so familiar, baby, what do you call it?

Stupid, or is it slow? Maybe it's useless. But there's a cuter word for it. I know. Man, child, why you always? come running on me of my life won't you let an innocent woman be

never heard of self-care half your brain just ain't there men child why you always come a running taking all my loving from me Hey cute jeans, take mine off me, oh, golly gee, I can't take no more, I'm going weak in my knees, where'd you put those keys, we can share one seat, we can share one seat in the alley in the back. In the center of this room, with the windows rolled down, boy, don't make me juice. In the alley in the back, in the center of this room, with the windows rolled down, boy, don't make me juice.

I think you know what this is. I think you on a farm. No, you ain't got no misses. Oh, but you got a sports car. We can, uh, uh, in it while you drive it real far. what this is yeah you know what this is a place in the city a chair in a bed i cover up all the mirrors i can't see myself yet i wear smoke like a wedding veil make a meal i won't eat step out into the street Alone in a sea

It comes over me Oh, I'm missing you Yeah, I'm missing you And all the things we used to do In the DMA in the back garden Blow our pupils up We kiss for hours straight Well, baby, what was that?

I remember saying then This is the best cigarette of my life Well, I want you just like that Indio Hayes wearing a sand sum and it knocks me out I didn't know then that you'd never be enough Oh, since I was 17 I gave you everything now We wake from a dream well baby what was that What was that

25 years and my life is still Trying to get up that great big hill of hope For a destination I realized quickly when I knew I should That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man For whatever that mean And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed just to get it all out what's in my head And I am feeling a little peculiar

And so I wake in the morning and I step outside and I take a deep breath and I get real high And I scream to the top of my lung, what's going on? And I said, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, I said, hey, what's going on? And I said, hey, yeah, hey, hey, hey. I said, hey, what's going on? I went to the moped store with shoppers. Salesman's like, what up? What's your budget?

And I'm like, honestly, I don't know nothing about mopeds. He said, I got the one for you. Follow me. Ooh, it's too real. Cromed out mirror, I don't need a windshield. Banana seat, a canopy on two wheels. 800 cash, that's a hell of a deal. I'm hitting downtown.

Cruising through the L.A. Tiptoe. Through the streets like ballet pulled up Moped to the valet white walls On the wheels like mayonnaise Dope. My crew is ill And all we need is two good wheels Got gas in the tank, cash in the bank,

And a bad little bummer with the rest of my face I'm gonna lick that, stick that, break her off Kikats, look her in backstage You don't need a wristband Downtown, downtown Downtown Downtown Downtown

Downtown She has her arms around your waist With a balance that could keep her safe Have you ever felt the warm embrace Down town Of the leather seat between your love You don't want no beat boy No I run the streets boy

Better follow me towards downtown What you see is what you get girls Don't ever forget, girls, ain't seen nothing yet until you're downtown. Play ZM's Brian Clint on Instagram, Facebook, TikTok, and live weekdays from three on ZM.