Lyrics:
the enemy, ripples turn to waves across mount's bay.
Strong wind starts blowing, strong wind starts blowing, blowing down Cornwall today.
Penwith to Caradon
To grow that cornwall gold
Locals buy his whiskey
Keep the pigs clear of his farm
He spreads the deals around
To keep the natives calm
Down by Campbells
We have to get
Some shopping in
This caravan
Is home for us
For a week
Cornwall sea
Cornwall sky
We're happy
Time of our lives
Makes it good
To be
the wrapping
Mokka's never lacking
Motorway we go
Cornwall is the goal
Living in the loft
That's just how it goes
We don't use A1
We take M1 down
Hit M25
That
party neva 2 small
Easy fi teef a one whine
Wen yuh nuh 2 tall
Cock it up and stab it up
Pon d back wall
Gi har buddy from Surrey
Round to Cornwall
Grown
Cornwall and the harbor
Where witches went mad more than once and
Until this day
In dreams at least
The lighthouse at lost Christabel
Squat
am
To be or not to be, that is the question
Leave the Pennine refugees
Sail down across the Somerset Sea
Down to Cornwall, peeking through the sand
hiding for years
Yeah
When the world’s normal I’m a go to the dance informal
Yeah
And they lock down my ends like one more time man I’m driving to Cornwall
who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in cornwall --
Writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
Of the boy scout manual.
'em all
Fuck 'em all
From Cornwall to Carlisle
Manchester to Liverpool
Can't be your conscience playing tricks on the brain
Must be the wind in your
I am an immigrant in this land I came from the north a working man
The call of the sea the sand and the foam brought me here to find my home
Cornwall
Slimatic call out Cornwall Courts
Cause a you a lead out mobay Empire
Suh carry mi guh tour Mobay aright then!
Popcaan ya stay? Yeaa gaza mi say
be there too
Those Wardens of Cornwall are folk kind and true
Life in the city can seem so surreal
Even though we call it our home
Millions of people
us down to Cornwall
Soft smell in the air-should be like perfume
Make you dizzy and content-make you laugh at a comment
I would smile I assume-and
And having left his Devon home tried Cornwall for a change
For tis fish and tin and copper boys and tre and pol and pen
And one and all we may rejoice that we
denk: Alles ist gut!
Es riecht nach Sommer
In Cornwall und Pommern
In Trier und Bad Gastein
Und auch am Niederrhein
Jetzt wo es Sommer ist
Bin ich ein
and restart
Newcastle's parks to Cornwall's coasts
Out here every tory floats
So build the gallows and guillotine
Line them up and stoke their screams
We can
Yeah. this one's for you Cuz.
cgain.
Fuck what Cornwall live gotta say.
Reading through their Facebook wondering when they'll lie today
I know the true
a Cornwall and mi nuh mean email
Neva go a college mi did affi prevail
Client document mi sHOT e pon e gmail
One a my runner is a pretty female
Everything weh
Mobile phone-shaped tan lines
The fascist weekender
I caught you preening on the beach
Of Cornwall’s oyster bars
And all before the cameras
and gloria
Land of my Victoria, Victoria, Victoria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
Canada to India
Australia to Cornwall
Singapore to Hong Kong
They're all resting down in Cornwall
Writing up their memoirs for a paperback edition
Of the Boy Scout manual
palace in Europe, and there's nay bugger home.
There's the Duchess of Cornwall and the loyal Prince of Wales,
Looking crushed and uncomfortable in his
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