Lyrics:
Cleese
SIR GALAHAD : Michael Palin
SIR ROBIN : Eric Idle
GOD : ???
FRENCH GUARD : John Cleese
MINSTREL : ???
LEFT HEAD : Terry Jones
MIDDLE HEAD : Graham
Ain't nothin better then southern Cali weather
From spring to the summer to the middle of December
Never need a sweater cause it barely gets cold
I
my money to the source and said fuck the man in the middle
Talkin' hard, soft, heroin, green, that's what we had boy
Erica was the bag lady, I was
my money to the source and said fuck the man in the middle
Talkin' hard, soft, heroin, green, that's what we had boy
Erica was the bag lady, I was
ooh
Yo, go whereyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
I mean rich, poor, high, low, or upper-middle class,
Let's all
go whereyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
I mean rich, poor, high, low, or upper-middle class,
Let's all get
the future, come to believe
Younger generations, come meet
All you kids, just take a seat
Introduce the education station
So that there will be no bad
the middle distance, several tragedies are playing.
I'm beside myself.
Big sister, can you hear him, can you hear him?
I'm beside myself.
Big sister, can
All these women hit me at the same time in the morning
Things I be avoiding, Shantae, her middle name Shantae, anyway
She was fucking me and her ex
the semtex
But in a fact
Czech is so peacfull place to stay
Just avoid that injection
At station’s railway
Afraid of giant tyrant? Boo boo
I’m an immigrant
bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it's at!
Middle America, now it's
bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it's at!
Middle America, now it's
four hour garage, or any service station
I lead my life in a quest for information
Since surrounded by pies and books
Middle-aged drivers and deranged
Hi you, yes you, eyes blue, I’m new
High school, fly shoes, young shmoo, debut
Hi you, yes you, eyes blue, I’m new
High school, fly shoes, young
inspiration
On that pirate radio station
Coming out of Luxembourg and Budapest
Radio signal, clear as can be
I'm so deep in love that I can hardly see
Wonder if I have the energy to say something this time,
Passing the closed-for-good sandwich store headed to the train line
Middle school
everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you
bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on Marilyn and the heroin (ahh)
Where were the parents at? And look where it's at
Middle America, now
They met at the station
on the outskirts of town
she was headed to school
he was nowhere bound
he needed directions
she gave him a smile
they struck
got me grooving
College classes gimme Elbow Pain but they still smoothing
We stuck in school bitch
Still stuck in school bitch
Call that a Glue Trip
garage or any service station
I lead my life in a quest for information
Sensurrounded by pies and books
Middle-aged drivers and deranged cooks
They
Mega Man from Zero
Have you talking in a pillow
Banana splitting in a middle
Big letters, in my titles
You would have thought the raps were full of caps
these drugs gonna touch
Used to gang bang, ain't really thug that much
Rather have some thick broads than a Dutch to clutch
Went to school in Baton
to Fox
My middle finger to cops, uh
Dead opps but we live on these blocks
Gram rocks for delivery
No electricity, the middle of December but the city
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