Lyrics:
JELLON GRAEME
Jellon Graeme sat in the wood, he whistled and he sang
He called for his servant boy who quickly to him ran
Hurry up, hurry up, my
Lords have to the mountains gone, a-huntin' of the fallow deer
They have grippit Hughie Graeme for stealing of the bishop's mare
They have bought him
again somehow
Everybody knew that this was quite a special night
Graeme Nash was nervous in the hot seat, in the light
Joe South was total magic and we
again somehow
Everybody knew that this was quite a special night
Graeme Nash was nervous in the hot seat, in the light
Joe South was total magic and we
Outgrown my home
I know I'm gold
I need a bigger bowl
I ain't selling grams
I won't sell my soul
I am Graeme I'm on the path I chose
Let me grow
yeah yeah
Outgrown my home
I know I'm gold
I need a bigger bowl
I ain't selling grams
I won't sell my soul
I am Graeme I'm on the path I chose
Let me grow
yeah yeah
making me feel like its no big deal
So f**k you, f**k me and f**k Christmas
© 2011 Graeme Martin
inside these walls
But know before you get involved
You tell one Graeme a secret than you've told them all
I mean it Lad don't mean to brag but I got cats
the weight
It's sort of like watching teh way Heather Graeme skates
If you're saving yourself for the marriage, not a good idea to come here
A day in
another, yeah
Another summer of love
Oakenfold on the decks
This day was simply the best
Mike Pickering, Graeme park
They gave the music the spark
She's just as mature as the older chicks
But in the back of my mind
There's what happened to Graeme Rix
Young girl, I can't stick it in you
Young girl,
Don't do it for the media cah the .44's like Graeme Souness
When it kicks, it's a hurler
That's your girl in backshots
I heard your song when you said
me
Get graphic as Graeme Z, for students, I'll go Stan Lee
(Bridge)
If you're with me, let's get busy
Whine if you must
Points get absolutely drippy
can pull a fast one on us, now do we Graeme?
"It's alright, I've fought more wars than I've had hot dinners"
Sure you have, but the key to peace lies
(Graeme Allwright)
Le temps est loin de nos vingt ans
Des coups de poings, des coups de sang
Mais qu'?? cela ne tienne, c'est pas fini.
On peut
graeme o' the west countree
Fell in love wi' barbara allan
He sent his men down thro' the town
To the place where she was dwellin'
O haste and come to my
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