Lyrics:
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling
'Tis
Frosty the snowman
Was a jolly happy soul
With a corn-cob pipe and a button nose
And two eyes made out of coal
Frosty the snowman
Is a fairy
Welcome back to The Pipe
Oh, hello
Thank you for tuning in
You're listening to 106.2, Breeze FM
Where we shoot the breeze all day long
Up
to sin
Someday
We all have to sin
Someday
Workin' on that great Alaska pipeline
Many men were lost in the pipe
They went to fuelin' cars
How smog
melts in my lawn and I am free, yeah
Corn cob pipe and a button nose, yeah
Puddled in the grass two lump of coal
Snow melts in my lawn and I am
If I had
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Hey
Woah
Huh
Pipe
Yea
Uhh
Woah
Pipe it up pipe it up pipe
Young nigga I'm just living my life
Smoke through the day and make music
I gave in to the rusted pipes in my memories
Basking in the warm afternoon breeze
My days of static
The rooms were musty
And the pipes were old
All that winter we shared a cold
Drank all the orange juice
That we could hold
I do it for your love
Found
screen
Like a match burning fast in the cold breeze
Like a house made of glass in a pipe dream
Even so it gets harder
Can't finish what you can't get
the pipes 'neath the kitchen sink his secrets he kept. In the day, behind drawn curtains, in Lynette's bedroom he slept.
Then she got lost in the days.
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
It's
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
It's
but I want you to pipe it, uh
And I think I kinda like ya
Up against the wall, we don't need a title, uh
Yeah, I said it
Yeah, I said it, babe
thinks he's a millionaire.
Still thinks he's a millionaire, pipe dreams banish every care.
Chinatown, my Chinatown
Where the lights are low,
I have seen the lark soar high at morn
Heard his song up in the blue
I have heard the blackbird pipe his note
The thrush and the linnet too
Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling.
From glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling.
'Tis
the boarder line?
And who will hear the legends passed in song and rhyme,
Upon the Shepard's pipes of Merling's time?
Oh the wind can blow and the snow can fall
The pipes can freeze but through it all
I'm gonna be just fine
Nothin's gonna bring me down
Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way
I've known every type of love better far than they
If you want the thrill of love,
I've been
Agustín, Escuela
Agustín, Escuela
Agustín, Escuela
Agustín-tintintintintintntnitntintitniti
(Escuela)
(Agustín, Escuela)
(Pipe Corneta Sound)
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
It's
ma pipe, ma vieille pipe en bois
Qu'avait fumé sans s'fâcher, sans jamais m'brûler la lippe
L'tabac d'la vache enragée dans sa bonne vieille tête de
Who`s prepared to pay the price,
For a trip to paradise?
Love for sale
Let the poets pipe of love
in their childish way,
I know every type of love
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
It's
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