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Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly "girl, I like your face"
And Molly says this as she
Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly "girl I like your face"
And Molly says this as she
Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly girl I like your face
And Molly says this as she takes
the life goes on

In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones

Happy
and his dog
Sayin' uncle, oh uncle, I have shot Molly Bawn
I have killed that fair female, the joy of my life
For I'd always intended that she would be
being mad with desperation I swore I'd pierce his breast
I was then deceived by Molly O', the lily of the west 

A flaw was in my indictment found
Desmond has his barrow in the market place...
Molly is the singer in a band...
Desmond says to Molly "Girl, I like your face"
And Molly says this
Ob-La-Di, ob-La-Da
Life goes on, whoa
La, la how their life goes on

Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly girl I like your face
And Molly says this as she takes
Ob-La-Di, ob-La-Da
Life goes on, whoa
La, la how their life goes on

Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
Molly is the singer in a band
Ob-La-Di, ob-La-Da
Life goes on, whoa
La, la how their life goes on

Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
Molly is the singer in a band
Pocket full of molly, sellin' pounds out the window
Diamond kimi gold, link chain cost a kilo
Getting fronted by amigo, plus I got a hit single
"My Mother Was Obsessed By Evil Jealousy
She Didn't Want Nobody To Even Look At Molly
She Kept Me Locked Up In This Attic 'Till I Died
Only 4
[Music by Holst & Nilsson, Lyrics by Holst]

Brothers and sisters we pilgrims of our destiny
Open up your mind and see the truth
We've come for
By Harry Nilsson A.S.C.A.P and Richard Starkey M.B.E.


STOP AND TAKE THE TIME TO SMELL THE ROSES,
STOP AND TAKE THE TIME TO FILL YOUR NOSES,
STOP
Kush in the air, roaches in the ash tray
Life ain't fair, drinkin' on a rampage
Cops ain't there, so we swervin' in the fast lane
I don't care, slow
crippled up souls
I don't know how the spirit thing goes
Real or livin' in my fontal lobe
Will I be livin' life until I'm okd
Or will I be takin' by
hot, mind on a comet
Fast life sometimes feel like I'm in a comic
I don't give a fuck, bitch with or without a condom
Fat joke, pockets lean back like
hot, mind on a comet
Fast life sometimes feel like I'm in a comic
I don’t give a f*** b****, with or without a condom
Fat Joe, pockets lean back like
It's over 25 girls in my section
Lets make a movie tonight, you won't regret it
Fo real, fo real
You know the money bring the cars, the cars bring
a cake
And most of the niggas you see standin' by me today
Were trappin' with me in the A
And down here we always three bitches, Rodeo, LA
And killer who
a cake
And most of the niggas you see standin' by me today
Were trappin' with me in the A
And now here we are with your bitch in Rodeo, LA
And killer who
Dame, holding up chains
Got PMBs on a big ass boat on molly, rolling up Jane
This life is so exciting, that money be so inviting
So fuck what they're
Dress it up and make it real for me
Whatever that fucking means

Dirty soda in a styrofoam
Spend a day to get my mind blown
Dress it up and go
like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch snorting up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon' leave the keys