Lyrics:
weave
C- c- come here chunky
My pocket ga be gunky
Selling weave is as easy as pie
Just say, Gal ya hair peasy eh!
and Whaps! she ga buy
and I know she
Bill Bailey
Bobby Darin
Traditional arranged by Bobby Darin
- (#19 in 1960)
(spoken)
(Hey, Bill Bailey, Don't look now but somebody's calling you.
Oh, my mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say
That's why I'm such a wonderful shot
I'd be out in the cactus and I'd practice all day
And now
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
If she don't
without your pillow
She's a Bobby Darin singing to the fish and herring sacrifice
Oh, that's her knife
There's a Karmann Ghiah parked out back and we
my wife?
And Bobby Darin sang MACK THE KNIFE
They took Eddie Cochran what could we do?
Once he was gone we knew that rock and roll was through.
We had
Susie and Sal
I never really knew ya
Goin' home to my gal
Ain't no secret, everybody knows,
I've been living in Hell
Jumpin' and jivin' creepin'
shoot you and your sis if you insist
I got my eyes on the sparrow
Silencer's so big it look like I got Bobby Shmurda tied to the front of the barrel
openbaar haar hart, maar dis bitterlik swart
Sy het gal gebraak oor Jan Rap en sy pêl
Hulle hou haar opgehemel nou sit hul met die hel
Sê my jy's immuun
Yeah, You see
My ease
I'm blessed
No sneeze
My taste
My Grace
Christen
The place
Guided
By God
I do
My job
I get
The cheese
And I
Say please
Thank you
Sy lyk so fly-fraai sy sê sy sal my leer
Sy sal my alles wys en ek moet net probeer
Sy sal my optel Vrydagmiddag net na werk
Ek sê nee mooi man ek
cloud
And we’re dancing on the bow
Beyond the sea forever
Singing Bobby Darin loud
You and me here and now
Let’s run away
Let mysteries remain
Let’s turn
to my house, honey, I need your company
My gal Sal, she makes good pie
I eat so much, I could nearly die
Bring it on down to my house, honey, ain't nobody
LEAVE MY BABY ALONE
(Harlan Howard - Bobby Bare)
« © '64 Tree Publishing »
Don't you be a tellin' my baby lies
You better leave my baby alone
Bus driver, this here gal refused to give me her seat!
Everybody, huh, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now
Uh, yeah, yo
What up my people equal? This be
honey, I need your company
My gal Sal, she makes good pie
I eat so much I could nearly die
Bring it on down to my house honey, ain't nobody home but me
en Bobby staan en chat by die amblusie dit is vol
Jy gebruik my moves en vra nie eers permissie
En jy stamp my ook en sê nie eens askies nie
Ek daag
płycie tylko ludzie z mej ekipy
Nie podlegamy nikomu
Chociaż wokół tylko blood money blood money
Tylko po to by mieć Armani
Wszyscy młodzi nocą stali tak
honey, I need your company
My gal Sal, she makes good pie
I eat so much I could nearly die
Bring it on down to my house honey, ain't nobody home but me
And a manic mechanic on cars
It's nice work if you can get it, now who the hell said it?
I got money to spend on my gal
But the work never stops, and I'll be
I'm high as the Eiffel tower,
My stomach's sours with
the thought of being paid by the hour,
Go get it by any means, because bein' broke is for cowards
Party start when I wake up can't even make it to breakfast
But tell by my eyes I'm baking
Smoke the whole blunt like a mirror on the wall I faced it
I ain't really into kissin, that's what you like
I be playin clash by the end of the night
I'll show you my ass if you playin it right
You can take
ate the apple
My mind state is a settlement that's hand picked by the fingers of God
Now dispersion is a work of art that I find everytime that I use my
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