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Eric Idle VILLAGER #2 : Michael Palin SIR BEDEMIR : Terry Jones WITCH : ??? VILLAGER #3 : John Cleese NARRATOR: Michael Palin SIR LAUNCELOT : John
at the slamming of the door Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door I said John, John, he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home I said
at the slamming of the door Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door I said John, John, he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home I said John
the streets Three hid behind some doors But when the shots rang out and the smoke cleared, All but John lay dead on the floor Some say he died thereafter From
The Arrival Leaving by the same door from which he had come in, He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side. When they catch sight
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush. Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man." ?Company!!!? ?Macho, macho man!? ? Two-three-four.? ?
That go to show this ass Kicking ain't gon bother nigga Cause it's right back where You started nigga Being a son of a Harlem nigga Now you was made by
Me and my crew in a little tour show Learned to flip the door with the money we've got. The blocks stay hot getting knocked it's on Till one by
lay them all down Into the forest they ride After escaping Johns pride Halted by some outlaws Soon there after joined forces In the meantime John plans
basket. And finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
brother´s waysKnocks the door down as he storm the castle gatesFeasting for 8 days in the dining hall before Sir John retaliatesBeing locked in chains for 2
a kick door my niggas be ramblin' (boom) I got a bag on my back like I'm Santa Claus (bag) Finesse a nigga, Papa John's up in Panama (bitch) First
First and the third in row (whoa) Junkies, they beatin down the door (woo) Thumb through that check when I count up that check Like I'm playing three
I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another
four-pound (uhh) And bust like four rounds, kick the door down Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh (Five by five) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew
One, two, three... BILLY the Mountain BILLY the Mountain A regular picturesque Postcardy mountain Residing between lovely Rosamond and Gorman
sweet Beatrice She's my sweet Beatrice And she's coming home Well, for sure, she opened the door Whipped out a three-foot fishing lure Sexually, that
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money Straight flights I live by the cold war Drove from round the globe All I need is
come back and win by three Alright! I love it! Fuck you guys! Sorry, buddy... Who's the new guy? Oh, that's my friend John. Hey John... sweet hat!
and makeout the John Doe I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live Pacing around my square number 1031 printed on the door
and makeout the John Doe I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live Pacing around my square number 1031 printed on the door
back in the day My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple A taser and a jammy tackle By a neighbor with
Colossians 1:15-22 John 8:58 Revelation 1:8 Revelation 3:20 John 8:24
poppin' (Facts) Can't forget show stoppin' Dope smokin' dope countin' (Oowoo!) Three clap Surf City gang slidin' City of the Crips by the beach (Go!) This
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