Lyrics:
Shayla worked in a factory
She wasn't history
She's just a number
One day she gets her final pay and she goes far away
Green trees call to me
I
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
know about that
look out for the Hood Starz album by the Git It Boyz
You know, shout out to the Trak Starz
They in da building Buck Ban and Zoe
Uh,
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy, all wrapped in white linen
Wrapped in white
the greatest days of all
Some happy and some sad
Some good and some bad
But I still say those were the greatest days of all
I used to wait by
It's fifty long springtimes since she was a bride,
But still you may see her at each Whitsuntide
In a dress of white linen with ribbons of green
the animals two by two
And he called out as they went through
"Hey, Lord"
I've got your green alligators and long-necked geese
Some humpty-backed camels
I'm searching for phrases
To sing your praises
I need to tell someone
It's soon after midnight
And my day has just begun
A girl named Honey
Took my
I see trees of green, red roses too
I watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue, clouds
the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
On they fight, are they right, yes, by who's to say?
For
true love
You will know it
By her smile, by the look in her eye
Scent of pine trees in the air
Never knew a day so fair
It makes you feel so good
a fuck about was green
Only people I fuck with is my family, friends and my team
Twenty albums in under a decade, bitch, I'm a machine
Talking 'bout you
weight I did not know
You could ever look so nice after
So much time
Do you remember those days hanging out
At the village green
Engineer boots,
But as years go by
They're sort of haze,
And the bluest ink
Isn't really sky
And at times I think
I would gladly die
For a day of sky.
Performed by Jimmy Buffett, The Great Gonzo, and Rizzo The Rat
From Kermit UnPigged - Jim Henson Records BMG Kidz.
(Talking)
Rizzo: Hey Look Gonzo,
you know this rap game produced pain like I did Fahim's album
I made so much fuckin' money, should call this the green album
They used to be laughin'
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
Ruddy faces, muddy shoes
Light and noise and bees and boys
And daaaaays, oh!
I remember days or at least I try
But as years go by, they're a sort
On God's green earth the ocean swims in brilliant blues
The yellow sun warms me and you
'Til it's chased by an iridescent moon
On God's green earth
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see 'em bloom, for me and for you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue,
him calling your name
Long Daddy Green is a fly-by-night
You turn around, he's out of sight
Seems he's your fair-weather friend
And your foul weather
gotta to be clean!
I gotta be clean!
It's healthy and keen!
I gotta be clean!
Yes sir!
I start each day
By brushing my teeth (brush, brush)
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground!
St. Patrick's Day no more
a thing Man could buy,
All the money that I have in store,
I would give for one day by her side,
In the Valley of Strathmore.
From the glen of the golden
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