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Bum ratatatata bum bum bum bum
Ratatatata kill kill kill bum
Ratatatata bum bum bum bum
is red so beautiful
Like an angel in disguise
But if you meet a friendly horse
Will you communicate by
Mo-o-o-o-orse?
Mo-o-o-o-orse?
me
Who's the son of some well-known
He was brought in by his mother
'Cause his daddy's always gone
There's a bum from down on broadway
And a few
closing
But it's over now, but it's over now
Go on and take a bow
Bum bum be dum, bum bum be dum bum
I'm going crazy now
Bum bum be dum, bum bum be dum bum
royalty or something
The sun was shining on the avenue
And the shadows knew just what to do
They kinda parted as I walked on by
And the clouds went off
Good God
Another dream about you in my head
A sugar plumb vision
At the foot of my bed
I think of the time now
It's cold and lonely
At this time
I'm sitting by the side of a river
Underneath the pale blue sky
I've got no need to worry, I'm in no hurry
I'm looking at the world go by
and you love me still (yeah)
Eyes come lazy, but she is real (yeah)
Dressed to kill (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We can bum-bum 'til you're tired (oh)
I can put
to step out of this black and white
I know we'll find
That color is the reason why
I shouldn't let another day pass me by
But every time I find myself here
white or black
They'd rack
A gun
Playing hot cross buns
And it isn't like they doing it for fun
They need to eat and their parents bums
Are on the couch
at me
I park my mic and my hoes, and then I yell FREEZE..
Music please
Ah where was I? Oh yes
Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest
figured at five to nine
But look at Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph
Epitaph, Valentine and Revere
I got the horse
Speedy bum bum
Baby girl come shake your bum bum
Baby tell me where you’re from from
Eh eh yeah yeah
Speedy bum bum
Baby girl come shake your bum bum
Well there's so much on happiness
When all around is such a mess
Don't waste your time watching days go by
Impale a nail into my heart
The risk
To jakby duch zstąpił z nieba tak proroczo wersy piszę
Słyszałem „chleba ci to nie da" fakt dało kieliszek
Od losu głos by ciszę zabijać z bitem
Cam ye o'er frae France? Cam ye down by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonny woman?
Were ye at the place ca'd the Kittle Housie?
Saw ye
out
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus
Another comes on and another comes on
Another one rides the bus
Hey, he's gonna sit by
right in there and grabs them long green boogers
By whatever you grab them long green boogers by
Well, one day he's got a full Nelson on this big
That's used by me when I'm not heard
I just go through life with my glasses blurred
It's like that, and that's the way it is
Huh!
You can see a lot
out
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus
Another comes on and another comes on
Another one rides the bus
Hey, he's gonna sit by
jumpin like Donkey Kong
We could get it thumpin' like bum-ba-bum
Travel the way of the gun, come on, see-come on
No, I'm not only beggin' I'm eggin' you
Frivolity, festivity
May the spirits of the dead know joy
And into utter calamity
From dark depths, I plumb what I emply
Ebon is the false face
Scenes From a Show Globe.
Good God
Another dream about you in my head
A sugar plumb vision
At the foot of my bed
I think of the time now
It’s cold
a land of gladness
Why was I so disillusioned by your smile
I'm gonna sail away tomorrow
Get away from all my sorrow
I may live on an island in the sea
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