Lyrics:
said it was beautiful
Busted a button, they bought him a suitcase full
They coloured him cricket and laced him up tight
As he drew on their days
gotta crawl)
To the Ugly Bug Ball
(To the Ball, to the Ball)
And a happy time we'll have there,
One and all,
At the Ugly Bug Ball!
While the crickets
They do it down on Camber Sands, they do it at Waikiki
Lazing about this beach all day night, the crickets creepy
Squinting faces at the sky,
groom
Little girl in bloom
You watch the men play cricket
From the window in your room
See the ball go from bat to wicket
Pass away the afternoon
Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea
Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33
Old Glory waving at you
As you're driving by the court house
groom
Little girl in bloom
You watch the men play cricket
From the window in your room
See the ball go from bat to wicket
Pass away the afternoon
night and crickets are callin'
And coyotes are makin' a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo Trail
I love to lie and listen
my love and heart's desire.
the crickets sing you lullaby
beside the dying fire
dusk is drawn and the Green Mans' thorn
is wreathed in rings of fog
Sobers
But I can bowl overs
In quite an unorthodox way
Now cricket's a game that can baffle us all
It's the silly mid-on that gets me
Silly or not,
and the crickets are singin' that tune
Old bullfrogs just poppin' that groove
Hey, what's up cuz
Man, I got a four beer buzz
Get a little getting down
Stompin'
me to Jamaica now
In the night hear the crickets sing
Fireflies are jamming
So take me, (take me) take me to Jamaica now
Where we can live in
a little blanket that's covered in stars
I listen to the crickets filling up my room
I listen to the crickets filling up my room
I close my eyes and I hear
song, jumping like a cricket
(jumping like a cricket)
Busting all on her face
(ayyy) , am I too explicit?
You can love the bitch, Imma fuck the bitch
night and crickets are callin'
And coyotes are makin' a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo Trail
I love to lie and listen
the way for
the wicked i stick it with the cricket and they're diggin it,
nigga
like i said it befo' ima get up and go and get it because
im mr malignant
If them bitches try to test you
Just put em in their place
Now a days
Bitches don't say shit
Kinda like crickets
Lose all of your patience baby
If
feel
It's alright, let's just sit here you and me
We can talk or just listen to crickets
We don't have to say anything
No need to say anything
this river refuge
Crickets are quieted by the walls of the boulders
In the darkness, I'm finding relief
It's cool in this place where I am alone
I'm
night and crickets are callin'
And coyotes are makin' a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo Trail
I love to lie and listen
dotted line, reflected in your eyes
You scream as the crickets fly in the open window
Please don't cry love
Come on babe, we both know that I'll stay
the crickets crick all day
In The Merry Old Land Of Oz.
We get up at twelve and start work at one,
Take an hour for lunch and then at two we're done, Jolly
I miss the bootlegger smelling in the air
Miss friendly faces and the country smiles
The crickets singing
You can hear it for miles
I miss the rooster
cricket
In his hat a railway ticket
But his shoes were far too tight
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear
In Egypt, the first day of spring
You're painting
Caught in the rain in the creek bare feet
I find myself by you
Crickets and frogs all sing along in this sweet southern pride bayou
Caught in
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