Lyrics:
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Min’ venner sir’ du underlig
Tar’ alt min tid
De
a long, long time
'Til the rains from heaven did fall
Then little Sir John threw up his head
And so amazed them all
They let him stand ‘til a mid-summer's
of style
Do what you do
Alexander?
Aaron Burr, sir
Well, it's the middle of the night
Can we confer, sir?
Is this a legal matter?
Yes, and it's
Polly: That's what the job's about
Long John: "Upstage, lads, this is my ONLY number!"
Now take Sir Francis Drake, the Spanish all despise him
But
In the window above Sir John
A king, a crown he's seeking
Centuries slowly slipping by
Those secrets they lie sleeping
In the face that holds
Marshall
The marshal said, "Sergeant, why have you brought this man here?"
"For playing cards in church Sir"
"And what have you to say for yourself Son?"
Well, when John Henry died he lay lookin' at the sun
He said Lord, take me now my work is done, Lord, Lord
Lord take me now my work is done
Fair young maid all in her garden
Strange young man came riding by
Saying fair young maid, will you marry me
This then, sir, was her reply
Oh no,
She like "Oh my god"
She like "Oh my god, Sir Abe"
I just heard your mixtape
Fuck her on a good day
Nigga 'round here, we don't give no fucks, wait
The Officer said Sergeant
Why have you brought this man here?
For playing cards in church Sir
And what have you to say for yourself son?
Much Sir, replied
to McLaury, with the Thunderer in his hand
"You may be a cowboy, sir, but I'm a southern man"
John Henry's heart was stolen, at least two times it seems
One
like John McClane (Yes sir)
Then hit 'em with a yippee ki-yay (Aw yeah muh' fucka')
John McClane, diamond chain
Bling-bling, private plane
Mary jane,
a very long time
Till the rain from heaven did fall,
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And that amazed them all.
They let him stand till midsummer
the time he wished he was a
Royal Duke or Earl
But most of all he wanted Knighthood
And to be called Sir
It's my friend John
Is a little bit like
Nobody else
Marshall
The marshal said, "Sergeant, why have you brought this man here?"
"For playing cards in church Sir"
"And what have you to say for yourself Son?"
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs,
The Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
These
Hey, John
Yes, sir
Come on, let's have a drink
If you insist
It's quarter to three
There's no one in the place, except you and me
Set 'em up,
When John Henry died he lay lookin' at the sun
He said Lord, take me now my work is done, Lord, Lord
Lord take me now my work is done
Yeah, but
Hey, John
Yes, sir
Come on, let's have a drink
If you insist
It's quarter to three
There's no one in the place, except you and me
Set 'em up,
what the job's about
Upstage, lads, this is my ONLY number!
Now take Sir Francis Drake, the Spanish all despise him
But to the British he's a hero
pickup trucks
Whistlin' at them honies
From the country, yes sir
You know we're straight out of that long week work
At night, everybody wanna party
and I trap out the bando
Yes sir, yes sir, Yes sir
Yeah
Play with the stick like Rambo
Charle why your sneakers lean
Sully be the topboy b
Better talk yo
live (Yes sir)
When Holy Spirit take the lead (Yes sir)
Holy Spirit take the lead
You already know me
God, God everything
God stay on everything
Holy
Sir Jidenna coming straight for the neck like a bowtie
Pattie Labelle with the samurai sword cut him like a piece of pie
Eight inner gates whoop his ass
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