Lyrics:
The old man, he was flesh-they wheeled him in upon a trolley
Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn
Draw a window on his skin
This old man, he was
Steven
Old men love war songs
Love Vera Lynn
Old men love war songs
Now I'm Vera Lynn
I like the welcome
I like my sunbed
But it burns me alive
dance. Miss Jemima can sing
And she knows all the songs that were sung
By that young Vera Lynn
There'll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover
Wait
the door
The house was empty I fell to the floor
Say goodbye Vera Lynn
So I sat beneath the mountain
And pondered what I knew
You cut me hard, you said you
Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?
Remember how she said that
We would meet again
Some sunny day?
Vera, Vera
What has become of you
Does
Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?
Remember how she said that
We would meet again
Some sunny day?
Vera, Vera
What has become of you
Does
the bloody battle to the very end
As Vera Lynn would say
We'll meet again someday
But all the sacrifices we must make before the end
Did you hear that
the Ripper and Upton Park
Gracie, Cilla, Maxy Miller, Petula Clark
Winkles, Woodbines, Walnut Whips
Vera Lynn and Stafford Cripps
Lady Chatterley, Muffin
vera lynn
And her eyes were full of dew drop
The moment I walked in
She was awfully nice
The kind that likes to win
But if I'd been wiser
A whole
Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?
Remember how she said
That we would meet again
Some sunny day
Vera!
Vera!
What has become of you?
Does
a competition we can win
The queen of England's singing Vera Lynn
It's all got a little odd
It seems like half the planet is aflame
A virus spreads that cannot
Shamanic herbs burnt in churches in the burbs
Purple Lavender sherbs, varrow ferns
Vera lynn
A lack of verbs only led your mind to sin
Left black and burnt
van de lui daar tussen in
Ik blijf m'n liedjes kwelen
Al heb ik in gene delen
Een stem als Vera Lynn
Voor hen die ik kan boeien
Voor hen die mij
to see what it means
The locals love the jukebox nostalgia
Old Vera Lynn to Frank Sinatra
Give me some old school, tit for tat
There's something about
at each other like ‘oneymooners
Ohh speakin of which, here they come now look
Off for a few Vera Lynns and a sing-song no less I'd say
Still I can't stand
Je wou misschien wel
Edith zijn
Edith piaf
Of vera lynn
Maar werd toch maar
Mijn zorgelijke
Grapjesmama
Je wou misschien wel
Doris zijn
My girlfriends be
Maya, Lynn and Toni
My girlfriends be
Sinclair, Regine and Maxine
My girlfriends be
Alicia, Kimmie and Niecey
My girlfriends
Maar ik had geen rekening gehouden
Met die stoere breedgebouwde jong adolescenten
Dus Marieke, Jenny, Benthe, Eva, Liselot, Susanne
Emma, Vera, Anne,
Hey, this isn't fair. I don't have a gun.
Sarah Lynn is right. You know, if we all had guns, then no one would need a gun, and we
would all be safe.
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