Lyrics:
knights of old
He´s the horse of the ages past
And now the children run
To see the stallion on the hill
Bringing bags of apples
And of clover they have
Why don't you catch my pony, now saddle up my black mare?
...my pony, saddle up, up my black mare?
You know, I'm gonna find my baby, well, in
Why don't you catch my pony, now saddle up my black mare?
...my pony, saddle up, up my black mare?
You know, I'm gonna find my baby, well, in
MORTICIAN : Eric Idle
CUSTOMER : John Cleese
DEAD PERSON : ???
DENNIS : Michael Palin
WOMAN : Terry Jones
BLACK KNIGHT : John Cleese (?)
VILLAGER #1 :
strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
My grandpa's older than the old grey mare
He sits a-rockin' in his rockin' chair
But now he's got a smile
strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
My grandpa's older than the old grey mare
He sits a-rockin' in his rockin' chair
But now he's got a smile
Of the Magazine Wall/Hump, helmet and all?
He was one time our King of the Castle
Now he's kicked about like a rotten old parsnip.
And from Green Street he'll
strap molasses and the wheat germ bread
My grandpa's older than the old grey mare
He sits a-rockin' in his rockin' chair
But now he's got a smile
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black
and Saturday soon, etc.
And Tarn's old mare she ne'er did come home., etc.
So Tam he went to the top of the hill,
And seed his old mare a-making her will.
So
, Black, Black, Black, Black
I think we're
Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black
Black in West Virginia
Black in Old Dominion
Black down in
Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
So they harnessed and bridled the old grey mare
All along, down along, out
of Big Black Joe
He was the keeper of the brood mares
He ruled the east Owyhee
And ev'ry wooly buckaroo that rode there
Wanted the skull of that caballo
Da maré pro muuuuundo
Você sabe a Maré é de quem?
É da Black não tem pra ninguém
Cês são trilho minha tropa é o...
Madiba
Evolução
Os fracos pedem
braided gray and black
The color of a roan horse once belonged to Deacon Black
The fastest horse for miles around, he'd been stolen from the old
money let's run these tactics
Make it big see it seems climactic
All black tint whips monochromatic
Money making it's automatic
Roaming through these
Gloves, Black Skinned, Blackout
Verse 2.
1. I got use to the old games
Now I’m hella seasoned like old bay
2. I adapted from my old ways
as we going
black
And I'm proud of my Blackness
I'm black like a back flip on a old mattress
I'm black y'all
I'm black like naps and wave caps
I'm black like
Can I get that intelligence
One hundred percent black child
I'm wild abstracting on this
If that you didn't get then we can't Coexist I mean I'm old
oak tree
[Chorus]
Oh, the old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be,
Ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be.
The old gray mare
Say orange is the new black but black the old black, so fuck Halloween
I’m shakin shit up I play tambourines
This ain’t orange this here tangerine
You
Black coffee, no sugar, no cream
That's the kind of girl I need down with my team
Black coffee, no sugar, no cream
That's the kind of girl I need
Black coffee, no sugar, no cream
That's the kind of girl I need down with my team
Black coffee, no sugar, no cream
That's the kind of girl I need
Black coffee, no sugar, no cream
That's the kind of girl I need down with my team
Black coffee, no sugar, no cream
That's the kind of girl I need
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