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Here they come looking tough They don't understand my boys are rough This here is my part of town The boys from Guernsey are going down They better
Thomas was born in Guernsey to Sarah Martin and Jason Sarre on Saturday 10th August 1996, 8 weeks premature As Thomas became older, his passion was
G in high school I had a friend or three I used to smoke weed and I still got good grades I used to make money at the Guernsey Farms Dairy I was paid
don't even ask me how I went lookin' for some help, I walked past a guernsey cow Who directed me down to the bowery slums Where people carried signs
don't even ask me how I went lookin' for some help, I walked past a guernsey cow Who directed me down to the bowery slums Where people carried signs
a Guernsey cow Who directed me down To the Bowery slums Where people carried signs around Saying, "Ban the bums" I jumped right into line Sayin', "I hope
you never did that Wish you never hit back, Guernsey's little boy's gonna feel it When I get with the click-click-click-clack You ain't part of this
time At the Guernsey Fair I detect the El Supremo From the room at the top of the stairs Well I've been around the world And I've been in
now, a guernsey cow She's as beautiful, oh so beautiful, beautiful as a foot She heard someone say, the other day
And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now Two game wardens Seven hunters And a pure-bred Guernsey cow
well and it's drivin' me mad 'cause we're busted Gonna sell that ol' Guernsey and give up this shack Come on now children, help mama get packed
And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now Two game wardens Seven hunters And a pure-bred Guernsey cow
sleepin' With the shade on the light While the poor people sleepin' All the stars come out at night After closing time At the Guernsey Fair I detect the El
on a grassy knoll Overlookin a herd of Guernseys And the baby bull says "Hey pop Let's run down and fuck one of those cows" But the papa bull says "No son Let's
the plow You bring home someone who's not even a cow "There's lots of proper stock around Like that nice young Guernsey at Farmer Brown's Or that last
guernsey Italian eats We even got ourselves a brooklyn feast It was a little bit darker than most recall Many made it out but some not at all But to those
Irene, she's a lady of high esteem We're thicker than clotted cream, Irene, Irene Irene, eyes like Mary Magdalene Cover girl of Guernsey Magazine,
my hair is nappy today but I can tame it You better believe I'm gonna be styin' right up For those big men in guernseys, ooh ohyeah My loose and mopy
Maybe I'm a good guy Stick you in the left eye Make your worried mother cry My truth is a Lie I hide in the shadows now Hide behind a Guernsey Cow
The Ballad of Ellie Nova by Paul Dobbe She came, from Guernsey A sister, two brothers They prayed to Mary Please
it raw dog I like Raw milk From a grass fed cow Beneficial bacteria Make ya go wow You can keep your holstein heifer I got the A2 Guernsey, it's hell
Well, it was a dirty day for the footy Three days of rain had turned the paddock to flood From the first bloody bounce the guernseys of both teams Were
Two worlds apart, and two beating hearts Can't seperate, a little taste of fate One's from Guernsey, the other from Daintree Met in Melbourne,
September, put your guernsey on We're going down to the MCG Come and join the crowd, make it loud They're goin up like Cazaly This is cussie rules played
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