Lyrics:
See that girl all dressed in green
Sudan Village, we hear you
Prepare to receive your king
Sudan Village, we hear you
Our hearts long to be there
lived a man with many shining things
Shiny gold, shiny car and shiny diamond rings
Wining, dining, shining king
Now the eagle flies in clear blue skies
Down in the village streets
The air is full of wonder
Fair smiles greet
The crowning of the king...
Come hither, gather round
A joyous time's
flung a-with you.
Oh
Now my heart is prancin'
A-gay as a lark and happy as a king.
The years I'll weather, in the hame on the heather,
With my one
Pumpkin soup in the ladle of truth
Got to sip down.
(And its sweeter to taste it)
Gnome Village,
Welcome to the Gnome Village.
Its such a lovely
(Joy to the world the Lord is come)
Here was a man a man who was born in a small village the son of a peasant woman
He grew up in another small
seventeen, but sixteen)
My village queen! (Not the king, but the queen).
Down by the old (not the new, but the old),
Mill stream (not the river, but
the fatal day
In the fling I was flung a-with you.
Ohhhh
Now my hearrrt is prancin'
A-gay as a larrrk and happy as a king.
The yearrrs I'll weatherrr,
the village square, thirty meters in the air
Rose his statue, carved in stone, as the king stood there alone
Gazing at his sculptured name, said to himself, "So
flung a-with you.
Oh
Now my heart is prancin'
A-gay as a lark and happy as a king.
The years I'll weather, in the hame on the heather,
With my one
flung a-with you.
Oh
Now my heart is prancin'
A-gay as a lark and happy as a king.
The years I'll weather, in the hame on the heather,
With my one
His name is Gnotic
The funny little gnome
He never belonged here
And he never had a home
He travelled from village to village
Playing in every town
almost home
Chorus:
The Village Inn Motel
So affordable
For a King or a Queen
Clean and Comfortable
If you aint been, you should go
Village Inn
weight I did not know
You could ever look so nice after
So much time
Do you remember those days hanging out
At the village green
Engineer boots,
Remember me, we made love today
At the King's bazaar"
And you look at me
With eyes that never see
I can feel something start
To die inside of me
Who's debonair with the tall silk hat?
Muffler of wool and a tummy that's fat?
King for a day, and he loves the road
With a broomstick cane
Who's debonair with the tall silk hat?
Muffler of wool and a tummy that's fat?
King for a day, and he loves the road
With a broomstick cane
weight I did not know
You could ever look so nice after
So much time
Do you remember those days hanging out
At the village green
Engineer boots,
Village.
We make veggie sausages,
Here at the Gnome Village.
Wrap up em,
Take em down.
That's what the royal king ordered.
Make it a spicy link for today.
to yarn
Same as farmers out by the old red barn
The boys in skiffs have gone ashore
To ruckus outside the village store
Fifty sail on Newburgh Bay
Waitin'
Studio City rocking Mardi Gras tonight
Valley Mardi Gras
Magnolia left, Chandler to the right
Valley Village Mardi Gras
Ain't no Zulu king for our
Our fathers sailed the sea to the west seeking freedom
There never was a king that could keep them in chains
I went back across the sea to find where I
In a stable, in a manger
In the cold winters air
In the arms of his mother
A child's lying there
In a city, in a village
Though the years have gone
Breaking news!
BUGS! BUGS ON THE CROPS!
An infestation of Dirt Bugs has eaten the gnome village's crops.
But in good fortune,
an anonymous source has
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