Lyrics:
Eric Idle
VILLAGER #2 : Michael Palin
SIR BEDEMIR : Terry Jones
WITCH : ???
VILLAGER #3 : John Cleese
NARRATOR: Michael Palin
SIR LAUNCELOT : John
Flashback...Summer day, winter night...
Flashback...Summer day, winter night...
Flashback...Summer day, winter night...
FADE
submitted by Doug Hoyer
"FLASHBACK"
some haters
Took the L in Philly, And the 7 to Queens
Flip the D to State St, Living American dream
Got 3x returns, On the company's investment
Prices
with it
Day party to midnight with it
Ice wet like a fire hydrant hit it
While the girls double dutch, I double my digits
Dice game pop, peace
nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin wheelys
with bitches; Poppin wheelys at snitches
You got three ways to die; Fire
two polar bears walk by
With with soft white fur, with soft white fur
I saw two polar bears walk by
This winter day in the morning
I saw three cups
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
Draw in colour pen
Then a game of make pretend
Have you got a pet?
Mum won't let me yet
She says maybe when I'm ten
Tomorrow at three
See you by the tree
Representing from the cradle to the grave
Cause we living in the last day, coming through your TV in 3-D
It's the Lyte representing for the female species
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
don't relate
Spending money by the thousands now these days
Counting up so much money my thumb went numb
She hit my phone and then I fucked her in her
important
Your gravity is too strong and it's fuckin' up my orbit
Contact avoided by the time I record this
I just want you to listen
Everytime I see
The winter it's chilly outside, these kids they doing they wheelies outside uh
I'm busy freeing my mind, nice day but I'm dreary inside
Free ideally this time,
(Such A Beautiful Day Man)
(Yeah Man, You Know We Had To Switch It On 'em Right?)
Strolling In The Park, And Watching Winter Turn To Spriing
(I'm Still
what she saw that day was that the garden had bloomed into a vibrant image of hope.
[A Little Italian Farm]
War Correspondent 3:
This is the story
What can I say? Another day round the Sun
Moving inch by inch
The millimeters scrubbed
In specific places they still leave a body hung
Fire dry my
a cold winter just hope that I see the summer
I was a middle child we was three brothers
In and out them walls we could hardly see each other
I was living
To maintain his two brothers and he.
He had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And part of a short winter's day, aye,
When he espied a stout lofty
Salt sea, the salt sea
For to maintain his two brothers and he
They had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And a part of a short winter's day
Once they hating all I see
Is love shaded by the drive they can't seek
This ain't for the weak
One percent per day is seven per week
Never use the top
Lay down by the fire let me make love to you slowly
It's that winter time cozy
When I pull up on you babe (Pull up)
When I pull up on you babe (Pull
of getting struck by lightning twice
I'm in a cinnamon-colored vintage smoking spice
Cop a low price (I know people)
Pop wheelies on motorbikes
And get
Salt sea, the salt sea
For to maintain his two brothers and he
They had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And a part of a short winter's day
parked on 3rd street by Gate house
Where the fire at
Come round thinking shit sweet
Try to take something
Don't try that
Six pack had the Pyrex
My cousin
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