Lyrics:
Blue-Eyed Soul
Lyrics by Stoyan Zachariev
It’s all about the music! It’s all about my Soul Brothers, yeah!
I wrote this song, especially for you!
Blue-Eyed Soul
Lyrics by Stoyan Zachariev
It’s all about the music! It’s all about my Soul Brothers, yeah!
I wrote this song, especially for you!
Here we go
George george george of the jungle watch out for that tree
Or if you're an emcee watch out for me and my man Jazzy
Ahh just hitting it
look you in your eyes I turn medusa into stone
How many more nights could i survive all alone
The infamous but lil less known Paula Jones
Cause don't
who goes by basil
Brian Reader, John Kenny Collins
Daniel Jones and Terry Perkins
And whose identity stills to unravel
Man at large who goes by basil
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
[Chorus]
The years went by like sweet
a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
of George Jones
I was in high cotton, just a-bangin' on my six-string
A-kickin' at the trash can, walkin' skin and bone
I can see your back porch if I close
clothes you cant tell by the tag
I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hating
They just waiting on you to slip so I could leave yo ass
outside your door.
You ain't seen nothing like it.
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
Not since the Civil War.
Coming over the hill are the boys
takes him by the hand
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah
La-la, how their life goes on
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah
La-la, how their
Hey you were standing by the screen door slamming
Rather clear what's taking place
You were holding on to Louie, he was packing, he was heavy
That
takes him by the hand
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah
La-la, how their life goes on
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah
La-la, how their
I see those swingin' doors I tell the driver just to pass on by
'Cause there ain't no room in old Jones' head for anything less than loveshine.
I
at the door of the Anne Summers sex shop it's St.Georges day and all the old people smile, the young people look hungry looking for a new door I'm in the sun
on the barbershop doors
Entourage, security galore
When was the last time
You rolled by yourself, superstar?
Got so much love, I shot Cupid in the heart
I'm awakened
your
Chance just like some lead
Chilling with my boys
Somebody knocking at the door
Oh it's St. Eds
Know they never want the smoke
Always talking trash
Bobby Jones ma con la weed
Sono come i Doors, sono Brian Jones
Già da Ready for, ero Johnny Quid
Sono Sid, sono un harem
Con la droga e le pare
Okay last time, this is drugs
This is your brain on drugs
Any questions?
Welcome home George Young (RIP McBride)
The real Boston George
It's that
thought I heard somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
General George began the day by taking pink little pills
Sent his men
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
we rumble out here) You want forgiveness, pray to the Lord
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
(It's a jungle out here) Kick down your door
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