Lyrics:
Hey this is David
I've got a hat the size of Oklahoma
Put on my boots and going down to Walter's
Get me some barbecue
Bring some home
and on the 7th year he rested.
Little David's playing now in God's angel band
He's gone home to Heaven now the way that it was planned
But on his birthday every
(dennis wilson & gregg jakobson)
Carry me home to my mama
Carry me home to my daddy
Rain falling down on me
Wind is blowing cold
I'm getting tired,
Tonight, Enoch Powell said
"Get out immigrants
Immigrants a-better go home"
Hah, hah, hah, hah
Tonight, Harold Wilson said to the immigrants
"You
Back in Wilson High
I had two best friends
They lived down the block
Where Eagle Court bends
One she cared for my bones
Fed me ice cream cones
been in a fix
She cared for us like mammy's do
Billy boy, Billy boy, sit on the porch
Do you know what went on at the still?
Joe Wilson is dying, Tom
(dennis wilson & gregg jakobson)
Carry me home to my mama
Carry me home to my daddy
Rain falling down on me
Wind is blowing cold
I'm getting tired,
Wilson the Second
Michael David Wilson the Second
I know Im not alone
Parlor tricks and cheap charades
Make up your favoritism
In this twisted fucking
Wilson the Second
Michael David Wilson the Second
I know Im not alone
Parlor tricks and cheap charades
Make up your favoritism
In this twisted fucking
The sign says, "families welcome"
At the Oaks Retirement Home
But mostly, no one comes 'cept on the weekends
Ruby Wilson lives in 303
Where she
guitars
I know you're gonna remember their names
Brian Wilson
Carl Wilson
Dennis Wilson
Mike Love
Al Jardine or maybe David Marks
Brian is the leader,
Seven more years if only if she can hold on
Seven more years and I'll be home again
David you got to tell her that I miss her
Tell her I'll miss
but the wrong pew
Sam Jones left his lawful wife, just to step around
Came back home, 'bout a year
Took it for his high brown
Went to his
A baby's born in the middle of the night
In the local delivery room
They grab his feet, smack him 'til he cries
He goes home the next afternoon
to take my old dog
Sat it down to Wilson Pickett
Just get your ass home
Skinny little ass, right bring it on and me
Leap up and ski, we'll try
While you
A baby's born in the middle of the night
In the local delivery room
They grab his feet, smack him 'til he cries
He goes home the next afternoon
It ain't necessarily so
It ain't necessarily so
The things that you're liable
To read in the bible
Ain't necessarily so
Little David was
and movie stars and David Allan Coe
There was leather and lace and every minority race
With a backstage pass to the Willie Nelson show
Kristofferson got
or in the car
While at your home or at the bar
It's Wilson Wilson Wilson that's all!"
Billy Taft had his steamroller
Teddy's hat was in the ring
Clark
It ain't necessarily so
It ain't necessarily so
The things that yo' liable to read in the Bible
It ain't necessarily so
Little David was small,
It ain't necessarily so
It ain't necessarily so
De things dat yo' liable to read in de Bible
It ain't necessarily so
Li'l David was small but
It ain't necessarily so, it ain't necessarily so
The things that you liable to read in the Bible
It ain't necessarily so
You know David was small
It ain't necessarily so
It ain't necessarily so
De things dat yo' liable to read in de Bible
It ain't necessarily so
Li'l David was small but
It ain't necessarily so
It ain't necessarily so
The things that you're liable
To read in the Bible,
It ain't necessarily so.
Now David was
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