Lyrics:
native soil
And if we sell that new John Deere then we'll work these crops with sweat and tears
You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow
Come harvest
crab got booed
Oh well, add three to a long list of
Hookers that tried to front on a bad sister
You've got the type (you bad, sister)
You bad,
Kick that shit Santana
Lend me a dollar man
Ima rock star with a bad bitch, I feel like Tommy Lee
Ain't no baby in this bitch but I got hoes they up
There was an good old gal named Miss Philly Lee
Said she'd only love me on the day she died
There was an good old gal named Miss Ruby Lee
Said she'd
''Well, Luke my friend, what about young Anna-Lee?''
He said ''Do me a favour son, won't you stay and keep Anna-Lee
company?''
Take a load off, Fanny
Take
saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side.
I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on, let's go downtown."
She said, "Baby, I gotta go, but my friend the devil
riches
Ayo, I'm Murphey Lee the
Schoolboy, the civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five
But six whores
For equality, Vokal, Cammy,
We'll have big fun on the bayou
Goodbye Joe me gotta go me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
Swap my mon to buy my John what he
Swimming by default against the tide.
Through the sea.
Oh, Anna Lee.
I can no longer pretend life is not in real time.
I am vibrating the air just for
chalk
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched?
Well where he stay at then, he stay by such and such?
Well since we got altercations with these
gained a bowl, watch me overflow
I'mma take a nigga to Haiti
I'mma take a nigga to Haiti
Look, I'mma take a nigga to Haiti
And I won't stop by
eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
Well we had Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee,
We had Hogan from
It's been a while
Since I seen your smile
Wanna remind you that it's gone be fine
Gone take time
I know
Well girl we can take it slow
Uh Yah
We can
an bowher lat)
May you succeed in everything you do...
cnd if we win or lose,
-we'll sing a song for Ireland,
‘cos if we're still
One, two, one, two, three, quattro
John was living in Ocean Beach,
California with his girlfriend, Julie, when he decided one day,
"Hey, Jule,
would never even miss me (miss me)
Crack vials in the aisles as one pimp smiles
Dope piles workin' hookers by the miles (that's right)
But still my
would never even miss me (miss me)
Crack vials in the aisles as one pimp smiles
Dope piles workin' hookers by the miles (that's right)
But still my
to mention the smell
The heat is on in Saigon
Is there a war going on?
Don't ask, I ain't gonna tell
[ENGINEER]
Ah, Monsieur Chris! Monsieur John!
You've
him was not
available so the words and music herein are taken from the sheet music as written
by Stan Jones
Monroes' version, as well as competing
JOSHUc was told to do
By vision - and by sound
To there and then remove his shoe
From off of Holy Ground.
-JUDGES tells us - all forlorn
Of Samson
of Chi where death is
Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it, it's kinda hard
Getting choked by detectives yeah, yeah,
stand
Well, he was just eighteen, proud and brave
But a yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the blood below my feet
You can't raise a Caine back
as
(Parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided
If you take a route straight through what is known as
(Parklife)
John's got brewer's droop
He gets
as
(Parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided
If you take a route straight through what is known as
(Parklife)
John's got brewer's droop
He gets
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