Lyrics:
label getting over me playing me Clark Terry
Yeah that’s forella young T Godzilla
Self loathed the fuck out while sippin that tranquilla
Shades tinted
and leave for Sligo
Nothing beats the view from here
Pollyanna has your raincoat
It's cloudy now but soon will clear
When you're here turn right on Clark
Terry Clark or Faith Hill or somebody.
Hm, hope this ain't a party line.
Here we go!
Ha-ha. I's laid up 'na house watchin' C.M.T.
Thought I'd have
porque, tuyo soy
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The Cast (in order of appearance [roughly]):
KING ARTHUR : Graham Chapman
PATSY : Terry Gilliam
GUARD #1 : Michael Palin
GUARD #2 : John Cleese
We begin the sad tale when Terry was young
When Enid Blyton proved lots of fun
But his vision didn't dim his adventurous nights
He read the Secret
We begin the sad tale when Terry was young
When Enid Blyton proved lots of fun
But his vision didn't dim his adventurous nights
He read the Secret
We begin the sad tale when Terry was young
When Enid Blyton proved lots of fun
But his vision didn't dim his adventurous nights
He read the Secret
We begin the sad tale when Terry was young
When Enid Blyton proved lots of fun
But his vision didn't dim his adventurous nights
He read the Secret
was feeling like Clark Kent
Now my money super up she bent
I was feeling like lil Pip, she ain't expect nun back then now sip
Shawty trynna give me lip,
went to Clark, went to Hampton
I ain't playin' with it
I ain't felt the pressure in a little while
It's gonna take some getting used to (what you
to the bedroom, you know that shit is candle lit
She know I'm the man with it, uh
With the bands like I must've went to Clark, went to Hampton
I ain't playin'
candle lit
She know I'm the man with it, uh
With the bands like I must've went to Clark, went to Hampton
I ain't playin' with it
I ain't felt
tank
I feel like a vike when I'm making this purple reign
It rain from the sky
But I ain't talking no Clark
You call me Kent cause I'm fly like I'm Clark
Big up Terry Ganzie tell dem enuh Dinearo
Well I say warning
Warning, warning, warning, warning
Move out a the way when
You see real badman passing
de Clark J. Kent,
De algún caraqueño el fucking Don Plin,
Necesito una maniaca dónde estás mi Harley Queen?
Soy rick de terrys no quiero Halle Berry's
some caviar
Tha way that bitch ohh and ahh i call that bitch a moaingstar
Got dark tent on the back of the fuckin police car
Clark kent in tha pussy
Shit
Want the rolls not for the flex, but for the legroom bitch, for the headroom bitch
This the scary Terry flow all in ya bedroom bitch, strong will
Your moms and your pops at church wearing they suits
Drop the top on a hearse then turn it into a coupe
Put 24's on that bitch
Terry dehere seton hall
Texas ain't hardly fair.
Being from Texas aint hardly fair.
Well, there's Willie, Guy Clark, Townes Van Zandt and Blaze, too
cnd Billy Joe Shaver wrote
clark on the bass
He's got a nice kind face and not a crotchet out of place
And the next in line is terry walsh on guitar
He can count up to four
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