Lyrics:
ain't really been playing
Thirty days in rental
I'm sponsored by Avis
On-road getting to it
Nascar fan favorite
Our life been a movie
Thirty years in
us, we doin' way too much
(Chalupa)
Ten wraps and a rubber band
Three or four more in my other hand
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty
Eric Idle
VILLAGER #2 : Michael Palin
SIR BEDEMIR : Terry Jones
WITCH : ???
VILLAGER #3 : John Cleese
NARRATOR: Michael Palin
SIR LAUNCELOT : John
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
simply pathetic
The age of our house shows, it is starting to crumble
In a couple years this entire block will probably be rubble
I'm bailing water by
little house at Four-O-Thirty-Three
The 4,000 lot proves what true love can do
Once a lonely place that was sold to me an' you
Oh, all around
little house at four o thirty three.
Chorus:
The four thousand block proves what true love can do
Once a lonely place, but was sold to me and you
Oh, all
nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he
home in the valley, but I'm there too
I spent thirty-three years, thirty-three years I endured
To find you, I'd spend thirty-three years
Thirty-three
people
Who's just her friends and her neighbors
I kissed seventy three babies and put dry pants
On thirty four of em', well as others done this same thing
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
money baby, they shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies and burn em with thirty-three-eighties
Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
I got
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
One, two, three...
BILLY the Mountain
BILLY the Mountain
A regular picturesque
Postcardy mountain
Residing between lovely
Rosamond and Gorman
fuckin' ass!
That shit is amazing! Wow! And I'm only on
Thirty-three percent
That charger is fufu i've been gone for
Three hours damn, that shit
Sounds
kids? He was absent
Scared of beats like his feet won't pick up
So how he gon' get down if he won't get up
Awwww, but three sweet years later
Surprising
this day in my humble way to offer my prayers for the thirty-eight Dakota who perished in Mankato in the year of 1862.
To the West, I pray to the Horse
now
Please hold
Three years alone in crowded rooms
No carpets on the floor
A man in white on guard
Just outside the big steel door
Please hold,
people
Who's just her friends and her neighbors
I kissed seventy three babies and put dry pants
On thirty four of em', well as others done this same thing
house
Is this house
Fill in housing form
Buy one clock
Time again
Sort housing papers
Still nine thirty-eight
Two thousand years from now
It will
Thirty-three years go by
And not once do you come home
To find a man sitting in your bedroom
That is
A man you don't know
Who came a long way
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