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
Bill Maze
Bill Maze
Bill Maze
Bill Ma-
Bill Ma-
Fuck Watson
Fuck Watson
Fuck Watson
Fuck Watson
Fuck Watson
Fuck Watson
Fuck Watson
Fuck Watson
You
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
Copyright 2017
Music: Cam Sea Watson
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
Mary Jane Watson! Mary-Mary Jane Watson!
Mary Jane Watson! Mary-Mary Jane Watson!
Mary Jane Watson! Mary-Mary Jane Watson!
Mary Jane Watson
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
like you and me no sirree
Charlie Watson wandered like a stranger showin' he had no means of support
Policeman took a look at Charlies pants cuffs
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
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