Lyrics:
andlit á glugga
Þegar veður geisa grimm,
Grúfir yfir hríðin dimm,
Kveiki ég á kertum fimm,
Burt flæmi skammdegisskugga
All day I've faced a barren waste without the taste of water cool water
Old Dan and I with throats burt dry and souls that cry for water cool clear
acrobat
You'll be like Burt Bacharach
You come to the party, you say "What's new pussycat?"
Someday you're gonna shine
You'll see
Don't wanna
Sally could barely rally, she livin' in cardboard alley,
Convinced she was doin' fine
Burt was a millionaire, sellin' that spray-on hair
Sippin'
May, she shut up shop
Whn her Burt died she copped the lot
Bought herself a Spanish house
The lawyer said she had some nous
On Tuesday night it's bingo
on my charm
I'm incredible like Burt Wonderstone
Hurts when its done
Wanna battle me and you'll get murked one-on-one
We ain't on no battle rap
We
Even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans Am
All gonna meet down at the Cadillac ranch
Cadillac, Cadillac
Hey little girlie in the blue jeans so tight
imbedded within my head trips
Kept it in check with the skeptics and the essence when it
Festers infection fills with fluid
Apply the pressure it burts
old state
All you need is a Mark one Escort and sovereign ring mate
What a wally David looks his hair will have to go
cos hes a cross between Burt
in a Burt Reynolds pose
Socks on my feet you know I got ugly toes
Motherfucker I'm Mark, with a K not a see
And what am I face down get a ride from
to Atlanta to Atlanta to Harlem
You don't need Burt Reynolds for the Cannonball run
Anythin' you really wanna do, I'm with that
Only wanna kick it with
Eg heiter Håvard Hedde og er so ven ein kar
No vil eg burt og gifta meg og rydja meg ein gard
Eg bur upp under fjell
Og gjenta hev eg lova
Eg svik ho
napełni lęk
Gdy przypłynie okręt nasz
Będą błagać łkać nam że naszą wolę spełnią lecz
My im na to z burt Dni wasze policzone
Spotka ich Goliata los fala
á meg.
Sum dúgva eg ynski at fl úgva burt,
bústað í lívd leiti mær.
Eg søki mær skjól fyri storminum,
Faðir, eg rópi á Teg!
Mín Troystari, Tú hoyrir mín
Tú meg,
Tú kennir mína leið.
Lat meg styðja meg til Tín í ellini,
tá máttur svinnur burt.
Altíð lovsongur mín
Tú verða skalt.
Tú sum læt meg
a public place
Drunk in a public place. Dead in a public place
© Gary Stewart Burt 1995
NB - Old French nois probably also came from Latin
nausea
I can't think about the future, I'll be guilty when I get there
Guilt, Guilt, Guilt, Guilt
I feel guilty, Oh so guilty
© Gary Stewart Burt 1995
them up
If they can launder money, we can launder Uranium
Feed it to our customers, saves us lots of lolly
© Gary Stewart Burt 1999
studentein gret.
Gangje ut! - sa'n Truls mæ bågån.
Og 'n Truls han jåggå døm burtover ein mo,
der tafte døm burt både hosso og sko.
Slekt æ mitt! - sa'n Truls
of his dreams
© Gary Stewart Burt 1995
there's many things that separates them from gentlemen
They don't drink pints they never swear
They wear exotic underwear
© Gary Stewart Burt 1999
deuda y se llevó interés
Me importa mierda lo que digas, no das de comer
Voy bajando por la Lamb', parezco 'e Tim Burts
Le dejé los ojo' blanco',
Słyszysz, ktoś woła
Ktoś woła ster prawo na burt
Taka już nasza rola
By dryfować śród
Kosmosu wód
Nie milknie kilwater
A zostawia smugi
Nadniebnej
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