Lyrics:
They say that the king of the Gypsies lives in Sibiu.
But it's a sad city, lots of tourists, no one plays here,
no one plays here, no one plays here,
Have you heard a better story
Than the one of Tyson Fury
Know he's going to win
Only One Gypsy King
Lets take it back, back to the start
Tearing
a veever of dreams
A restless carefree bagabum a roving gypsy king
He sang me through fairy lands of love while his guitar would ring
Like the tone he soon
All these voices stuck inside my head
And now I'm plotting drag tobacco spit
Gypsy king gotta know I ain't stopping
Show goes on and the beats still
Sparta
As go we to war with the gypsy king
Hear the roars as he walking to the ring
You're in the presence of greatness
Don't do this for the money
As go we to war with the gypsy king
Hear the roars as he walking to the ring
You're in the presence of greatness
Don't do this for the money
the arms of the gypsy king
The birds they sing outside my door
Water reflects upon my wall
Our dogs are curled up on the floor
Nothing in the world that I
be lights out yeah
He's the gypsy King
If he's knocked down
He'll get up again
Don't care for posessions
He's just a simple man
Fights for the glory
again
I only win, I only win
I only win I am the Gypsy King
I only win, I only win
If you fancy your chances
Come on then
I only win, I only win
I only
There's a Gypsy King down the back of Old Dog
Who sings rhyme and rhythm while shooting on the bog
He wears a mottled green coat, and his national
a tendency to fall
But I always land on my feet, oh
I am the Gypsy King, born from the dirt and the stars and the sea
Go anywhere I please, getting what I
They call him the gypsy king, a legend in the ring
With fists of fire, a heart that sings at six foot nine towers above
The World Heavyweight
following soon
But how do I follow?
What road to be choosing?
Do I follow the star
Or the gypsy king?
I recall when I was younger
There was a fire
(Gypsies, tramps & thieves)
Well our kids would come around
Lay your money down
I'm a gypsy king, a soverign ring
I'm a sweet talking guy
You gave me a gun,
The Gypsy King is dealing his cards from the bottom of the deck
Hasn't won a hand, leastways not as yet
The table's getting angry
Some have folded
The King of the Gypsies
Jimmy speaks words
To the living and the dead
Owns books that have never been written
And have yet to be read
Come around
To late
away
Two-fingered Gypsy king
Has a golden, wounded knee
Walking Cajun queen unknowing
Walking Cajun queen unknowing
Going to be a hero
I have my
Remember those days long ago
We had our tales to tell
Stories songs oh how we used to sing
Gypsy Kings gypsy Queens
Proud roots as old as time
hear it from the town
Gypsies, tramps and thieves
Well our kids would come around
And lay your money down
I'm a gypsy king with a sovereign ring
make shoulders fling
Klitschko in the ring, 'cause he just got a box from the Gypsy King
Jheeze, same old story
You can get soaked, or soaked in glory
child gone wild what the fuck is going on California's on fire
Yeah I want to shout out to the soil King
Gypsy trails that lead the fairy tales
(Ouuuuu, what you smoking on?)
(Ouuuuu, what you smoking on?)
Smokin on that dick she want smoke that ookie cookie uh
Gypsy fuckin king, you gone get
gypsy kings
Nobody talks about my super theory of super everything
So be Donald Trump or be an anarchist
Make sure that your wedding doesn't end up like
a common thief, I am a gypsy king, I am an animal both civil and feral
I'm everything you hate, I am the one you love, I am the Citizen General
I am
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