Lyrics:
I've flown around the world in a plane
I've settled revolutions in Spain
And the North Pole I have charted
Still I can't get started with you
a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm
I've flown around the world in a plane
I've settled revolutions in Spain
And the North Pole I have charted
Still I can't get started with you
(Yeh, eh-eh, eh-eh-eh)
(Eh-eh-eh, yeh, eh-eh-eh, eh, eh, eh)
(Hey, b-beats by Luca)
Komm Mädchen halt dich fest
Und wir reiten in die Sonne
Du
The party really swung that night
But I didn't know a soul
And them someone said let's have fun
Bring out that limbo pole
They pushed right by
Woo, Shady, Aftermath
(Look at that bitch, oh, shit, hey)
There she go, shakin' that ass on the flo'
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's
He's got a house made of glass
Got his own swimming pool...what a gas
We've got a one-room shack
Five by six by the railroad track, well
What
He's got a house made of glass
Got his own swimming pool...what a gas
We've got a one-room shack
Five by six by the railroad track, well
What
I've flown around the world in a plane
I've settled revolutions in Spain
And the North Pole I have charted
Still I can't get started with you
the road so fast
The trees and the bushes and the telephones poles fly by
I never seem to have the time
I'll just have to keep you on my mind
How I wish
of the flame
As the earth melted the poles
I raise to mend the controls
And I work harder, fiercer and smarter
You are at the blue light of the flame
So
Leben
Alle Jungen, alle Mädchen
Zieht eure T-Shirts aus
Yeah Yeah
Alle Jungen, alle Mädchen
Zieht eure T-Shirts aus
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Wir könnten
wont ever get too far away
From Home sweet home
Pull down to the cane bridge
Park in the ditch
Folks and poles are lined up
A little kid holds
I've flown around the world in a plane
I've settled revolutions in Spain
And the North Pole I have charted
Still I can't get started with you
Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll
Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll
We're flatland hillbillies, Irish Cajun Creole mix
My brothers on an off shore rig, my sister's on the pole at slicks
Mama takes in peoples
Good-bye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll
Me and brother Bill was goin' fishin' down to the river one day
Had a can of worms and a willer pole a big can of minners and a lot of sourdough
miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinking ice cold cherry coke
Where everything is black and white
Picking on a six string
When people pass by
me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low
Running low, yeah!
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
Take a look
gruzy po piachu
Idę przez bagno bez obaw i strachu
Idę przez pole idę przez las
idę do pracy by zdążyć na czas
Idę do pracy przez rowy i doły
Idę przez
And it stoned me
Then the rain let up and the sun came up
And we were gettin' dry
Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by
So we jumped right in
the gun
Wrapped himself 'round a telephone pole way out on 101
Well Billy got cut out by the highway patrol
Just lay there with the cars passing
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