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MacNamara's band

Oh, my name is Uncle Julius and from Sweden I did come
To play with MacNamara's Band and beat the big bass drum
And when I march along
to Ireland came he took me by the hand
Says he, I never saw the likes of MacNamara's Band

Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they
MacNamara's band

Oh, my name is Uncle Julius and from Sweden I did come
To play with MacNamara's Band and beat the big bass drum
And when I march along
MacNamara's band

Oh, my name is Uncle Julius and from Sweden I did come
To play with MacNamara's Band and beat the big bass drum
And when I march along
to Ireland came, he took me by the hand
Says he, "I never saw the likes of MacNamara's Band"

Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they
March, march, march, march
Boomdizzle, baby

Way back in 1776
Who would have thought we would have had these chicks
Sum kinda slim and some
of the marching boys
Few years ago their guns were only toys
Here comes the big parade
Don't be afraid, price is paid
One more parade

	CHORUS

Medals
Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
do is oompah.
Pah pah pah pah pah
I would take a big breath,
And I would march in a band, 
But one thing is sure:
I would love ya, 
Yeah, yeah,
One for the money and two for the show
Three for the busker who plays by the road
They say life's a bitch, and then you die
And if wishes were
come a waltzing matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me.
ignored by the inept
Baggy pants wearer, million man march bearer
All those who suffered through the agent orange era
Do we really maim the beautiful ones
keeps chirping
And my lungs are tight
When you've got to keep working
What's the point in life
There's a hundred miners here in the union
March
Billy was born in a one room shack
On the Tennessee line by the railroad track
Caught a bad fever and he went blind
And his Daddy ran off about
cooking
Rolling up big blunts, out a pound of cookies
If you ain't got 40 bands, then you can't book me
Pulled up on the side of your bitch, she wouldn't
[Donte]
I struggle more in tug-of-war, writin rhymes by the score
Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would give the law
As a testament it
Slimm, Big Boi and this is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up find your own
Ya girl gonna give you grief at home
Just tell her these hoes wanna be
the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo"
I
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
the sauce
No reason I should lose, the leaders of the new
Got on a couple chains, toy bands and tennis shoes
Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my bottles come
the family packing big data plan
'99 Problems' was a damn good summer song
If you got more than like three then something's wrong

You're drowning in quicksand
adverb reversal, adverse reverberation
Plus placement on Earlobe Avenue
Haven't you heard, nerd?
The one man band plans scams with preferred words
I uplift
haters want to kill me, march niggas, step 
Yeah I got it, fuck them niggas, I ain't hidin it 
Hot boy with hot toys, hangin in the closest 
Ready to be
Danny Glover
Makin amateurs shudder one by one, take a number
Call me Land O' Lakes cause I'm the man that makes the butter
Ill repute makin chumps
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money,