Lyrics:
Fanns bara vildgräs
Fanns bara bete
Åt hjort och rådjur och älg
Nu växer här vete
Och råg och potatis
All tänkbar gröda
Den vildmark som jag har
Everything done changed (everything done changed)
I done got fame (I done got fame)
I done came from rags to riches (rags to riches)
Today I got options, I
genuflect!
Do whatever steps you want if
You have cleared them with the Pontiff
Everybody say his own
Kyrie eleison
Doin' the Vatican Rag!
Get in line
no more more more
You know It
They like who that
Young guy with the swag
With the cool raps
King chellzzz got the waves no du rag
Guess what Abba
to ammunition there's thirty .30s and 'K's
And them Trays hold me down like that du-rag that's on ya' waves, bro (Shadyville)
Ayo, you're listening to DJ Whoo
(Saigon)
You bad?
Keep kicking that soldier shit and I'll unload a clip
Put a fucking hole in your do-RAG
You don't want to fight me, hype me,
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
pole rag and the wind won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
that Tiger Rag for me"
Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
Hold that tiger! Hold that tiger ! Hold that
that Tiger Rag for me"
Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
Hold that tiger! Hold that tiger ! Hold that
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
that Tiger Rag for me"
Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
Hold that tiger! Hold that tiger ! Hold that
that Tiger Rag for me"
Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
Where's that tiger! Where's that tiger!
Hold that tiger! Hold that tiger ! Hold that
Janmon Ka Pyar Ka Dard Ka.....Saathiya Hooo...
Meri Palko Mein, Tere Sapno Ka Dard Hai
Haaaa....Mere Is Dil Mein Teri Chahat Ka Garm Hai...
Meri Rag Rag
the hormonal battle on the streets
Then we reach our destination
It is consolation, for star-people
Constellation
Sadness in rags won't feel the pain
Of sadness
I'm the volcano, and the lava sitting under
Boy, wash the dishes, boy
The rags is sitting under
And the rags turned to riches
So you really cleaning
Blessed beyond limit's I'm made
In God's image rags turn riches
Lord be my king
I heard the devil got it out for me
Heavenly Father watching out for my
I'm
CLOWN CAR
KERRY PATRICK CLARK (Based on Bag O Rags, 1912, W. R. McKanlass)
Keystone Cops in their model A
A Bag O Rags the piano played
Silent
spinning
You have no choice...
Following the footsteps
Of a rag doll dance
We are entranced
Spellbound
And don't forget
When your elders forget
To say
Ludicrous times
Heat waves sweet summer heat waves
Comatose in bed
Rag-doll existence
Wrapped up limbs confining me
Beautiful dreams
Bliss
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
You and I fell apart like a rag doll torn at the seams
Then he came in stitched up the pieces like some kind of hero
I, I bet it was easy to act like
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