Lyrics:
Dewey Corn
He was born
On a pile of oil-soaked rags
When he came out
His mother yelped
She ran and packed her bags
She said
I don't want no part
Full ah shape not a Leprechaun
Yellow like di corn
General, dem ah salute
Militant coup (militant coup, militant)
First verse
Sixteen boy, seh you
in Get Carter... hey
And though times hard and money short there'll be sunshine in the face of the people
Whether they are walkathon or have corn
started climbing drilling rigs
I'm oil field trash and proud as I can be, yeah
Then I took my songs and guitar
And sang 'em to a man from Tennessee
Wastin my Wock like a f***** oil spill
Don't run up me cause your ass will get killed
Strapped with them tools so we go on them drills
Yo nigga
I get 'em fat come pickin' time
Get 'em fat come come pickin' time
The corn is yellow and the beans are high
The sun is hot in the summer sky
gallant, MSG
Dried corn syrup, TBHQ
Dipotasium phosphate (wholesome products for you)
Gum acacia, hydrogenated oil
Potato starch, bring to a boil
I get 'em fat come pickin' time
Get 'em fat come come pickin' time
The corn is yellow and the beans are high
The sun is hot in the summer sky
started climbing drilling rigs
I'm oil field trash and proud as I can be, yeah
Then I took my songs and guitar
And sang 'em to a man from Tennessee
of corn, and seven others dry
O my elders, explain to me my dream, if it be that you can interpret dreams
They said, These are mixed up false dreams, and we
from hemp stems as you can from a corn stalk. Which along with solar energy would be a great way to avoid dying for oil in Saudi Arabia.
In the 1920s
run like Alize
Marrow fly gone pon holiday
No diss Kartel any day
Di long gun a di right gun
Di one pop a di wrong gun
Di magnum oil and lubricated
Like
corn
Mommy rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn'
Daddy loved
may
But I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, Darlin', in my way
There's an oil man known as Tex
Who is
corn
Mommy rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn'
Daddy loved
to a Porsche
I told him until you finish your dinner, I cannot let you leave off of the porch
Boy, let me butter your corn on the cob
We give each other more
way
There's an oil man known as "Tex"
Who is keen to give me checks
And his checks, I fear, mean that sex is here to stay!
But I'm always true
way
There's an oil man known as "Tex"
Who is keen to give me checks
And his checks, I fear, mean that sex is here to stay!
But I'm always true
poison,
It neva jaming,
It knocking,
Every part oil dung,
Rise every thing,
Mek a boy find grung,
Ahh
We higher dan a moon dawg,
Dis weed yah will
may
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
There's an oil man known as Tex
Who is
may
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
There's an oil man known as Tex
Who is
way
There's an oil man known as "Tex"
Who is keen to give me checks
And his checks, I fear, mean that sex is here to stay!
But I'm always true
gastronomic art
Better than anything except being in love
Better than making a million
Better than being a queen
Better than oil wells and gold mines
way
There's an oil man known as "Tex"
Who is keen to give me checks
And his checks, I fear, mean that sex is here to stay!
But I'm always true
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