Lyrics:
Yes now Andrew Oldham sittin' on a hill with Jack and Jill (Jack and Jill)
Fucked all night and sucked all night and taste that pussy till it taste
This battle is in the air
I'm looking upwards
Where are the angels?
I'm not in my home
St. Andrew, don't forsake me
St. Andrew
Don't forsake me
This battle is in the air
I'm looking upwards
Where are the angels?
I'm not in my home
St. Andrew, don't forsake me
St. Andrew, don't forsake me
Andrew's a star fighter pilot
He can get high in his jet
Tells me about all his women
He can get any I'll bet
Andrew's a star fighter pilot
He
Andrew el autentico rey del trap, Andrew sin limites el dios sera
Andrew a todos los conquistara y por siempre el dios sera
(Andrew) Electrotastik,
la la la la
Oh, Lydia, oh, Lydia, say have you met Lydia
Oh, Lydia, the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew
Andrew the squirrel, Andrew the squirrel
Andrew the squirrel is a friend of mine
He lives in a tree with his family
He's busy as a bee come acorn
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia"
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
Sounds like music to me
Sounds like music
These kids don't play they march
Sounds like music to me
Julie Andrews
Julie Andrews
Julie Andrews
Julie
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Andrew Andrew Andrew
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha ha
Happy Birthday
Ha ha
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia"
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
(Latimer/Bardens)
Andrew Latimer: Guitar
Peter Bardens: Organ
Doug Ferguson: Bass
Andy Ward: Drums, Congas
a todos saludos
Andrew, Andrew Rey del trap
Andrew, Andrew Rey del trap
Andrew, Andrew Rey del trap
Andrew, Andrew Rey del trap
Y ese tal Dirk Gang y
Sunny Skylar,
Tom Glazer, and Andrew Ackers
Simon Peter, Andrew, James and Phillip, Thomas, Matthew
Bartholomew and Simon, Judas, Judas ,James and John
Andrew go and tell your brother Peter
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
A pity she does not exist
A shame he's not a fag
The only girl I ever loved was
Andrew in drag
There is no hope of love for me
From here
(Latimer/Bardens)
Andrew Latimer: Guitar
Peter Bardens: String Synthesizer, Moog,Organ
Doug Ferguson: Bass
Andy Ward: Drums
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia"
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
(Latimer/Bardens)
Andrew Latimer Pizzicato Guitars, Glockenspiel, Treated Piano
Peter Bardens String Synthesizer, Minimoog
Mel Collins Soprano
Extrañas cosas hay en la vida, como lo es: nacer con suerte
Talentosos, creativos, imaginativos
Andrew tu, debes ya parar
Andrew tu, no sabes
Govatsos
Govatsos
Govatsos
Govatsos
Govatsos (continue throughout)
We love andrew govatsos
Govatsos
Govatsos
Govatsos
We love andrew govatsos
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