Lyrics:
Fool days
Brought me loveless joys
I read my Plato
Love, I thought a sin
But since your kiss
I'm reading Missus Glyn!
Fool days brought me loveless joys
I read my Plato, Love, I thought a sin
But since your kiss, I`m reading Missus Glyn!
Oh, welcome to the extraordinary world of Daddy Glyn
Oh, oh
Oh, welcome to the extraordinary world of Daddy Glyn
Oh, oh, oh
Get ready for a love
days brought me loveless joys
I read my Plato, Love, I thought a sin
But since your kiss, I'm reading Missus Glyn
Fool days brought me loveless joys
I read my Plato, Love, I thought a sin
But since your kiss, I`m reading Missus Glyn!
days
Brought me loveless joys
I read my Plato
Love I thought a sin
But since your kiss
I'm reading Missus Glyn
Fool days brought me loveless joys
I read my Plato, Love, I thought a sin
But since your kiss, I`m reading Missus Glyn!
days
Brought me loveless joys
I read my Plato
Love I thought a sin
But since your kiss
I'm reading Missus Glyn
Barclays Bank)
(The Natwest Bank, Midland Bank)
(Bank Of Scotland, Williams and Glyns)
(Bureau de Change, The People's Bank)
Oh, what a lot of naughty
I'm reading Missus Glyn
I took one look at you, that's all I meant to do
And then my heart stood still
My feet could step and walk, my lips could
standing
In the middle of a Glyn Williams' coach full of nuns.
The implications of this radical movements' political manifesto
Posed a threat to the UK
Haha
It's Glyn
This is sound from another place
Hold on
I denied belong, but now I see
That I am isn't here
Only I know how my heart is alone
I'm reading Missus Glyn
I took one look at you, that's all I meant to do
And then my heart stood still
My feet could step and walk, my lips could
Forced to be Bollingbroke toys
Mortimer heirs we are distraught
To Windsor we are now brought
In Wales Glyn Dwr is uprising
Of Bryn Glas I am surmising
a gram
a bottle of glyns.
-
you can shove your double jabs
and your nightclubs
up your fucking arse.
—
floorin', psycho like Norman
Bates, no trace, no murder case
Innocent like OJ
House niggas get scoped by the revolution shooters
Fuck Glyn Craig then we
the landlord and landlady
They say "do you want to play some tunes", I say "maybe", I say "maybe"
I wrote this little diddy, inspired by my mate Glyn
The worlds
Cwyd Robin bach a saf ar dy draed
Sych dy lygaid, anghofia'r gwaed
Neidiwn ein dau ar ein ceffyl bach gwyn
I fyny'r mynydd ac i lawr y glyn
Gee ceffyl
be howling like the dogs
Telstar will still be echoing round and round the universe
George Martin had everything laid on
Glyn Johns more blue collar
The Land of our Fathers
Of the dads and the mams
The lands of the dats of the gus and grans
The land of the bryns of the glyns the wyns and siâns
wyrdd â phoster Plaid Cymru
Darnau gosod yr Ŵyl Gerdd Dant
A holl broblemau'r ddau o blant
Gwersi telyn a Llinos Wyn
A phroblem acne Llywarch Glyn
Heb
and down
Take me to the space with you, my astronaut
(I'm right here, it's Glyn Z, yeah, yeah)
D-d-dance for me-e-e-e
Jump up and down and pull up
spacious
Out in the Audi yeah this shit the truck
Walk right up
I'm with Glyn he the plug
My ex in this shit with a bitch
Huh?
Swerving his ass tryna give me
Glyn neemt naar huis mee
Hallo, Hallo, Hallo, Hallo, Hallo, Hallo, Hallo, Hallo
Hallo, Hallo, Hallo, Hallo, Hallo, Hallo, Hallo, Hallo
Beer op school
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