Lyrics:
cunt)
Must of been something I said
(Sons of Scotland)
Cause Im just dying in your arms tonight
(Werd S.O. fucking S. Your all dead to me)
It must have
a photo of the island
Keep a postcard I got from Scotland
Keep every letter you ever wrote me and even the ones that I wrote back
Have you seen my head
There were three brothers in merry Scotland
In merry Scotland there were three aye
And they did cast lots which of them should go
Should go should go
Virus spread, through your neglect
So many people died
Mealy-mouthed commentary
Perpetuated lies
Turgid Tory wannabes, our nation cries
Scotland has
I quite suspect I'd be a better man
Dad, you'd have loved today
I'm on the bus to Scotland
I'm heading up there now to do a show
And I can't even say
to be
The best rapper in Scotland
The individual that's critical to save this pitiful scene
That we call Scottish rap
And for all these other pussies
mother
Oh is it my brother John
Or is it my sweet William, my own true love
To Scotland new come home
It is not your father, it is not your mother
It is
Macavity's a mystery cat, he's called the hidden paw
For he's the master criminal who can defy the law
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard,
I'm the King of Scotland
And all my enemies are dead
Tonight the train's on time and the wind is light
And tonight there's no ache in my spine
There's
looking at two of Scotland's finest
Queens in the game you can't stop their highness
Who cares about age when what you got is timeless
From the land
There were three brothers in merry Scotland
In merry Scotland there were three
And they did cast lots which of them should go, should go, should go
We'll sing a mighty song
To right what was wrought wrong
And slay the southern throng
I'll gird up me kilt
And avenge the blood they spilt
Scotland's
mich Bossplayer
Ich schick' Killer los auf Kopfgeldjagd
Mit Havanna an der Cocktail-Bar
In mei'm Nacken sitzt das Scotland Yard
Motherfucker, nenn
O you take the high road, and I'll take the low road,
But I'll be in Scotland afore ye,
For me and my true love may never meet again,
On the bonnie,
O Flower of Scotland,
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for,
Your wee bit Hill and Glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's
and soon I will be,
North, north, north of the border, by highway or byway by land or by sea,
North, north, north of the border,
it's Scotland the one who is
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
O you take the high road, and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye,
But me and my true love will
N Scotland's Burgh's petitions poured in against the treaty
90 in all...
Most were an honest reflection of the feelings of all classes
The Duke
Watashi wa Fiveskin desu
Crocodile Dundee Scotland for
The brave enough
Pocket for your musical theatre
Crocodile Dundee Scotland for
The brave
Macavity's a mystery cat: He's
Called the Hidden Paw
For he's a master criminal who
Can defy the law
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard
The Flying
No Lyrics Scotland Yard - music for Scotland dance by mr.Klauzer
Sam Mitsegél
Sam Mitsegél vagy más nevén a hírhedt Puhatalp
Ki látta őt, a rémületbe biztos belehalt,
Nála csődöt mond a Scotland Yard,
Sam Mitsegél vagy más nevén a hírhedt Puhatalp
Ki látta őt, a rémületbe biztos belehalt,
Nála csődöt mond a Scotland Yard, a titkos ügyosztály,
Én nem loptam
Én nem öltem
Én nem loptam és nem öltem
Csak két kislányt letepertem
De értem jött a Scotland Yard
Nem akarok nemi
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