Lyrics:
There's your lords and ladies fine,
Riding in a coach and six,
Nothing to drink but claret wine,
Talking politicks.
London is a dainty place,
A great
familia del Señor
Queremos ser también la luz del mundo
Levadura de vida y salvación
Claret, voz peregrina que va sembrando
La gran noticia, la salvación
No
PREFER THE RICH TASTE
A GLASS OF FRESH HUMAN CLARET
OH-OH.......
HOW CAN YOU BLAME US?
HOW CAN YOU BLAME US?
OH-OH.......
HOW CAN YOU BLAME US?
HOW CAN
tastes like claret.
It hits you like a cheap wine every time
It hits you like a cheap wine every time
Crimson companion, please know no shame
Wantonness
stop encouraging
The pain and suffering
Of who is guiltless as you are
Or you can dance along the plans of Hades
And spin in its mammoth claret hands
So, why the attention
Strangle, claret flows
You aren't the same to me
I saw you from afar
I'm happy to see you smile
Riveting climax to a storyboard
another.
Put that squab up your skirt, grab your lemon dessert. I’ll take two bricks of cheese; strap them straight to my knees; we'll want the claret
I've been hit! Oh My God! Oh My God!
The ground burst and cold soaks my shirt. Send word!
The claret river forms at my boots with a flash and rain
healthy claret, a gift
I, the receiver And you, the giver When are we planing to leave and bleed? You, the donator Me, the polluter Subsist to eat
compared
Favourably to a Welsh claret
Whilst the Australian
Wino society thouroughly recommends
A 1970 "Coq
Du Rod Laver", which, believe me
Has a kick on it
folk, sip your claret fine.
I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for a jolly pull at my jug of punch.
(Chorus)
I'd give them all the grapes in
Bottle of claret for you if I'd realised
I'd forgotten all about it George, I'm sorry,
Will you forgive me?
Mmm yes
Number nine, number nine,
you thief
I'll scuttle your knob with me doodle
You cheat me because I'm in grief
Ah, but soon I'll demolish your noddle
And leave you your claret
hat at his forehead
A bunch of lace at his chin
A coat of claret velvet
And breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with never a wrinkle
His boots
the expensive way
He knows his claret from his beaujolais
I think he'd like to have been Ronnie Kray
But then nature didn't make him that way
He went na na
now I know you've found another
So will someone please find me
Give now the host his claret cup
And watch Madeira's farewell drink
Note his reaction
didn't even look around
But now I know you've found another
So will someone please find me
Give now the host his claret cup
And watch Madeira's
the expensive way
He knows his claret from his beaujolais
I think he'd like to have been Ronnie Kray
But then nature didn't make him that way
He went na na
on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin
A coat of claret velvet and breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with never a wrinkle, his boots were up
hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots
hat at his forehead
A bunch of lace at his chin
A coat of claret velvet
And breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with never a wrinkle
His boots
The juice of a carrot, the smile of a parrot
A little drop of claret, anything that rocks
Elvis and Scotty, the days when I ain't spotty
Sitting
the smile of the parrot
A little drop of claret - anything that rocks
Elvis and Scotty, days when I ain't spotty,
Sitting on the potty - curing smallpox
The juice of a carrot, the smile of a parrot
A little drop of claret, anything that rocks
Elvis and Scotty, the days when I ain't spotty
Sitting
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