Lyrics:
from a big band
Antique market in the village square
Pretty waitress with the long blonde hair
You can find something every day
Take your breath away
On a wagon, bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above him, there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky
How the winds
it down
There was a time I thought of mine only
Could it be occurred to me while lonely
I was of high lineage
Cast up in a dreadful age
Born to be
Crystal fountain springing from the hill.
It irrigates your soul. You may drink your fill.
Water of life, carried high.
One hand upon
in mind
When you're behind
Standby and pray for rain
Secular on standby
Bred on Cappuccino hopes and highs
Quotient equals potential dynasty
Friends
with content
Not your target market
Not your work in progress
Young kids grow up to be
Dumbed down by apathy
Once youthful now a bitter quotient
Young
Market, dub dubi du
Super Duper Market
Super Duper Market, where magic fills the air
You can find it all, without a single care
With shelves stocked high
The earth is on fire
A glorious globe
Gods of desire
We build a new home
Ball of confusion
A market for love
The final solution
Dynasty from
the accent
They say home is where the heart is
But that's not where mine lives
You know I love a London boy
I enjoy walking Camden Market in
On a wagon bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above him there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky
How the winds
On a wagon bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above him there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky
How the winds
quotient ends up dying they end up dying yeah
Every moment gets you high
Through the hurricane unspoken I trembled inside
And it was no use trying to tell me
I'm like Humpty Dumpty,
Up on the garden wall,
I'm riding high,
And who can deny
That whatever goes up must fall.
Poor old Humpty Dumpty,
He
another try,
From the opening bell, to the stars up high.
Bulls and bears dance, in this market parade,
In the charts and numbers, my path is laid,
Every
On a wagon bound for market,
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above him there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky
[Chorus]
How
I'm like Humpty Dumpty,
Up on the garden wall,
I'm riding high,
And who can deny
That whatever goes up must fall.
Poor old Humpty Dumpty,
He
the Chandni Chowk market that serves a variety of delicious Mughal dishes, including kebabs, biryanis, and tikkas. The restaurant is known for its high
I'm like Humpty Dumpty,
Up on the garden wall,
I'm riding high,
And who can deny
That whatever goes up must fall.
Poor old Humpty Dumpty,
He
Crystal fountain springing from the hill
It irrigates your soul, you may drink your fill
Water of life carried high
One hand upon the gallon jar,
rise
Second day the sun is high
Third day Stella cries
'Cause night time's dark as a dead man's eyes
Lord
Tell me when help is gonna come
Stella
amazing
We'll both be high, the help don't stare
They just walk by, they must don't care
A million one, a million two
A hundred more will never do
just my luck
got a hole in my heart the size of a truck
the size of a truck
The devil tried to fill me up but my down was high
as the sky is up, ah
the heat
Bouncin' to the boogie, hittin' with the beat
Wrapped in rhythm, dancin' till we drop
[Chorus]
Doin' it in the market, doin' it in the mall
in the market tonight
Yes, I'm high in the market tonight
Well, I wander up and down the rows
I don't know which way to go
And I don't know just what I
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