Lyrics:
on iodized glass
We've mapped the structure of a carcass
Up to our elbows in grue and claret
We proffer quite a sanguine display
As we rule this
another.
Put that squab up your skirt, grab your lemon dessert. I’ll take two bricks of cheese; strap them straight to my knees; we'll want the claret
got booed off
What's the score its 2 none
0121 I grew up
One false move that's you done
Play my tune get the mood tun
I'm from the 0121
I don't really
wanted stand up again
Wrath like a cheap wine makes the room spin
So sweet and heady shades of claret
It hits you like a cheap wine every time
It hits you
compared
Favourably to a Welsh claret
Whilst the Australian
Wino society thouroughly recommends
A 1970 "Coq
Du Rod Laver", which, believe me
Has a kick on it
of moonlight
Over the purple moor
When the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding
The highwayman came riding
Up to the old inn door
He'd a French cocked
on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin
A coat of claret velvet and breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with never a wrinkle, his boots were up
all in me eye
And first by the Clergy invented
For to get a fat bit for themselves"
"Oh, and I'll be cut up like a pie
And me nob from me body be
of moonlight
Over the purple moor
When the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding
The highwayman came riding
Up to the old inn door
He'd a French cocked
of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
Riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a french
of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He'd a French cocked
knew the sign you flew around
Up in the air so high above me
Never needed to look down
I never thought I'd be a rover
I didn't even look around
But
of October (bizarre)
I knew the sign you flew around (bizarre)
Up in the air so high above me
Never needed to look down
I never thought I'd be a rover
I
The juice of a carrot, the smile of a parrot
A little drop of claret, anything that rocks
Elvis and Scotty, the days when I ain't spotty
Sitting
The juice of a carrot, the smile of a parrot
A little drop of claret, anything that rocks
Elvis and Scotty, the days when I ain't spotty
Sitting
the smile of the parrot
A little drop of claret - anything that rocks
Elvis and Scotty, days when I ain't spotty,
Sitting on the potty - curing smallpox
And J's can't sit through the haze
I think it's time to spray some Febreze
And let the air in, like Claret 10
Where is the, where is the, where is the bin
never never gonna speed again
Pass the claret to me Barrett
A rollin down the mountain on a rainy day
Oh when you see me coming better start to pray
No Cap
No Cap
One Take
Took a little time to fix up
Bout to shake it up like a mixer
I'm all about the sex on the beach
I'm the top tier crop
for my spilled claret
But I use it as a
Cooler for Rosé Saignée Champagne
Right next to the guillotine
La Guillotine de Magritte
If I look up I know it
getting bout in dingers
My blade seen claret, the door was booted off the hinges, huh
Blacked out we was moving like some ninjas
Take you back a bit,
Ever been in a awkward fed chase
And had to Pattern Dat
Just caught a next case
Man had to Pattern Dat
Pulled up on a cutie
Man had to Pattern Dat
the name of redemption.
I solemnly swear
we're All just parasites.
우웩
Digging, digging
I need your claret
Aren't we fed up with this agony?
Where's
on the beat with my karats
You talking too much like a parrot
So credible look at my merit
I'm kicking back sipping on claret
Like Toliver, I'm living the life
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