Lyrics:
Promenade motherfucker, vamonos
It's me and I'm sick of the pro-gnosis
Got more bars than Barney Fife
And I'll put you behind them like howdy Opie
I can
As they marched along the way
A fife and drum began to play
All on a beautiful morning
One was gentle, one was kind
One was gentle, one was kind
One
Promenade motherfucker, vamonos
It's me and I'm sick of the pro-gnosis
Got more bars than Barney Fife
And I'll put you behind them like howdy Opie
I can
and it's barney fife
(what do you mean by that? [first time])
You wrecked your buddy's car and
You cracked your head!
It wouldn't have happened if
miles then slow it down,
Radar trap, Barney Fife,
Don't hold that brown bag up to high!
[Chorus]
Tailgates down around the fire,
New shotgun
Liverpool, Italy, Paris, Egypt, Dublin, Frisco, Waco,
Athens, Gouldbusk, Troy, and Miami, Moody, Beaumont, Edinburgh, Lubbock
Pecos, Deadwood, Fife, del Rio,
My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The fife and drum beat out the time
While in his box of polished pine
sounds more like bad Barney Fife
And the bar's filled with dudes raised with silver spoons
Hanging out of their mouths
And the girls are all bitches
the glockenspiel
With the most majestic manner
You'll remember all your life
Comes mellophone, comes saxophone
Comes sousaphone, comes fife
Then the brass
An Ulster man I am proud to be
From the Antrim glens I come
And though I've laboured by the sea
I have followed fife and drum
I have heard
niggas
I ain't even surprised of you niggas
Wake him up with a big old fife to his temple
I done seen blood that ain't shit
I done seen a puddle
mad rich
Your highest goal have a bad bitch
See I run my life no sad shit
My head in a box that's Brad Pitt
She roll me no fife let
Loyalty
sweat me, Officer Barney Fife
In the pen, I seen your cop friend butt son
Seen daddy like to use his butt some
When I get out, it's all about
it's rusted fife
I see the ships of a friendly fleet
And a song so sweetly sounding
And gentle souls who think not to defeat
As across the waves they
ain't no slave can dwell here in Beulah land"
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Twelve fifes and drums and twenty one guns
As they marched him to the hanging ground
as impassioned
When it's just a front we fashion
'Cause guys like me, we all vow to become
Clear and free of the fife and the drum
And block the circulation
ready to leap
Is there peace beneath
The roar of the Forth Road Bridge?
On the northern side
There's a Fife of mine
And a boat in the port for me
ready to leap
Is there peace beneath
The roar of the Forth Road Bridge?
On the northern side
There's a Fife of mine
And a boat in the port for me
a fading sound
So be with me while decades turn us older
We've both much love that lasts a whole life through
We could live in Fife or out in Texas
Fife
It ended up in tears
But I send her my love
And a bang on the ear
Krista was a rover
From Canada she hailed
We crossed swords in San Francisco
the Irish boyhood what to do
So in spite of fife and drumming
No more recruit's are coming
For Sergeant William Bailey, toora loo
Oh, Sergeant William Bailey
You appear stage left all searching for your plan of life
Youth of course on your side as they play the drum and fife
Tryin' to get you marching
gone, anchor dropped on his front lawn.
Build a keep and dig a moat, the return of the swollen goat.
Can you hear the fife and drums, barnacles barking
Did they build this tenement
With stone from Fife?
Does it have a memory
Of an earlier life?
Before it was transported
To be cut with pride
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