Lyrics:
Mrs margaret was getting bored of sitting around the house
Inside her mind were melodies she needed to get out
But first things first to find a group
think of you when it rains
Mr. Gates walks with his dog in the woods
And his Neighbor's house is still for sale
Can you imagine it oh my dear Margaret
road
I said I'll, I'll, I'll, I'll take the low road
On the lead guitar, from yorkshire mr. stephen rothery!
I said you, you, you, you take the high
of an evangelist preacher from the southern United States.]
Thank you very much, Mr. Zappa.
Ah, I'm very pleased to be here on behalf of the Administration--
Mr. Christopher
why won't they leave you alone?
Christopher, Mr. Christopher
why won't they leave you alone?
there was Mary Margaret
a Christian
A fatherless waif
A brotherless sister
With a gaunt and garish face
Bodies cold and hard they were
Still I stood beside 'em
'Til Mother Margaret brought me in
fighter
Hepburn sweet as a gum
Marie Curie the smartest one
Mrs. Carter a true hurricane
So let’s
Hear your voice
Screaming with your chum
Move it, baby,
at Prunella on Guzzle
The wizardest pony on earth
Why doesn't she slacken his muzzle
And tighten the breech in his girth
I say Mummy there's Mrs. Geyser
sister sister Tia Tamera
Excuse me Mrs. Ciara, I ain't never had nobody like you
Shi I'm better than Bow Wow I'll show you what I do
The Way that I love
gon' get a crush, is it a dude or Mrs. Bassett?
Couldn't give a fuck less, just want her to be happy
I could maybe cuss less, don't want her pickin' up
at Prunella on Guzzle
The wizardest pony on earth
Why doesn't she slacken his muzzle
And tighten the breech in his girth
I say Mummy there's Mrs. Geyser
at Prunella on Guzzle
The wizardest pony on earth
Why doesn't she slacken his muzzle
And tighten the breech in his girth
I say Mummy there's Mrs. Geyser
at Prunella on Guzzle
The wizardest pony on earth
Why doesn't she slacken his muzzle
And tighten the breech in his girth
I say Mummy there's Mrs. Geyser
then I ricochet
Fast past a brother's ass, oh damn, what that nigga say
"Aww fuck it", next target's Margaret's face
And I struck it
Now it's a flood
to be for all
The Duke's brave act
Lady Margaret's new hat
Are why we gossip at
Croquet in the garden
You must be the wise Lady Mearle I've heard all
Margaret thatcher lives in ronald reagan's underpants
She's been there for eight years cooking up her plan
To make the uk like big brother usa
Where
Raising Mr Peckinpah
Sam's going to take away their hurt
They're raising Sam Peckinpah
Summoning him out of the dirt
Raising Mr Peckinpah
They're
the system of logic itself
Mr. Parker say it again? Mr Parker
The man sitting over there is compiling many accusations
You look me in the eye and on your life
you led before
Old photographs of the life you led
Arm in arm with Mr. X why and Z
Old boyfriends big and small
Got to see how I measure up
you galong
so I introduced myself to him as Mr. Pato Banton.
"Nice to meet ya, my name's Roadie and I work with P. A. Hire.
I've heard your name some
began
Everybody was looking for Nickee Coco
They looked on rooftops and in trees in the park
Mr. Temboley even shouted down the well
"Nickee Coco if
He is the people's post and all the people know it
They've read his published stories in public lavatories
In town and country locals he's Mr
Keeps sending em rushes
End em with brushes Like I'm trying to put some finishing touches
Feminine lunches for mr charming they swim in In bunches
He-Man, She-ra
Rainbow, Atari
Um Bongo
Mr Frosty
BMX
Pat Sharp’s Hair
Goonies, Minder
The Care Bear Stare
Blockbusters
Fingerless Gloves
VHS or Betamax
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