Lyrics:
don’t want to be a victim am working hard
When
I gotta reach there eeeeehyea
Welshh welsh welsh e welshh Welshh welsh eeeu kakalupolama Welshh
Welshh
We're trying to find Glendower
He is a Welsh king
We don't know where he is but
We are trying to find him
We're trying to find Glendower
He is
squads, kiss goodbye to what you want
Go with the flow, go home
You can keep on struggling when you're alone
When you're alone
This sullen Welsh heart
I’m welsh I’m not welsh I’m different don’t need help.
Why am I called Raz? Go on the Raz gets rags used to wear.
Rags now I leave shops with bags
Black and welsh
So I can back myself
I don't need nobody else
Nobody's help
When I was going on dread
I coulda grown old in a cell
But I had more
up, if I could. I wish to fuck Clive Woodward would.
‘Ewe can stick ‘ewe world cup where the sun don't shine, wait until the Welsh boys run down
of sin
Pride tastes just like purity
Music from the Welsh mines
A landscape built on scars we hide
Music from the Welsh mines
A slave to its own broken
has made me Welsh
It all promised me this
It all promised me that
I love the accident of birth
That has made me Welsh
I can't walk these roads no more
of Wales are finding
The industry that employed their fathers and their grandfathers
There's a future, a secure future, in Welsh coal today
A secure
fod ar dân!
Ac ar benblwydd Dafydd Iwan
mae'r tŷ di paentio'n wyrdd
ac ambell gân yn Welsh chwarae teg'!
lle mae'r Saesneg yn esensialond i siarad
checker
Minge wrecker, rubber necker
Serve ho's like boris becker
Couldn't restrain or tame me
Hunkered down in maindee
The welsh boy wonder
Mad mink-C is
fy mron
Everyday when I wake up
I thank the lord I'm Welsh
Gwledd o fedd gynhyrfodd Gymraes swil
Darganfyddais gwir baradwys Rhyl
Everyday when I
oui oui that's him, wowee
Talk talkin' on the bros, movin' dangerous
Welsh, Welsh hoes like I'm Humpherous
Bore da, shwd i chi, beth ti'n eisiau?
That's
(I'm a real Welsh boy but I don't speak Welsh)
(Free man, but they want me in a cell)
(It's mad mad)
(mad mad)
Boom bam New York just landed
Man
Im in the shit welsh weather
And I'm never feeling better
Its the best day of my life
Im gonna find
A girl named heather
Gonna kiss her
Gonna let her
Moscow. Tune in New York
Listen tot the Welsh kid talk
Communicating like in the good old days
Forgive me father for I have sinned
It was either me
mountains of prayer their altar to God
The flower of the free, the heather
The heather
The Bretons and Scots and Irish together
The Manx and the Welsh
so happy to be sat with Welsh Jane
Though North Sea gales have no sympathy
They make me feel so alive
Tumbling out from the car into a night full
I do grime
Not there grime
It's Welsh grime
I been doing this all my life
With my time
No spare time
Don't care if I shine
Watch my grind
Pass
bravest died to slake thy pride.
Proud Edward hear my lays!
No Welsh bards live who e'er will give
Thy name a song of praise.'
'Our harps
dark time to come
His master to die
He watches, he knows
When you walk by the Welsh church
He sees you, he knows you
The guardian of the graves
His
a cup of tea to a pint of beer
And Welsh choirs on the pier
I prefer a cup of tea to a pint of beer
And Welsh choirs on the pier
I prefer a cup of tea
the capitol
Pan resides in welsh green masquerades
On welsh cat caravans
But the monty
Hides in curtains
Grey blackish cream
All the paintings you
Going Back To Mexico
(Lyrics: D. Welsh) (Music: D. Welsh, C. Welsh, M. Cummings, R. Hatcher)
So many freaks trying to pull the wool on me
But I
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