Lyrics:
won't do no harm!
So it's joy be to you, and a jolly wassail!
Oh, a man in York drank his sack from a pail,
But all we ask is a wee wassail.
Oh, husband
of an Apple. Doesn't know how to bring the pails back but can make a bong out of an Apple.
I'm like, Victoria. What the fuck are you doing, the neighbors?
no one took our spot. Anthony. When I pull out, get the garbage pails. Do you know what, leave the car there, and we'll walk to Connecticut, just
To the shore, take the oars
Tonight we sail
Give us a stove boat if not a whale
Can ten men's lives be spared for the take in our pail?
What's a boy
above you
Three thousand miles across the blacktop trail
Thirsty in the desert, baby bring my water pail
Here I come
Just like the old song used to say
really fucking SUCKS, SUCKS, SUCKS
Did I mention Ed Sheeran? Not sure if I did
He looks a sounds like a Garbage Pail Kid
And here comes Kanye, he get's
do)
Desfami (un po' di più)
Desfami (like lovers do)
Desfami
Desfami
Con i panni tutti stessi
Due pail sempre gli stessi
Cosa resta
Tu che
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
Up Jack got and home did
wail
they just have too much self esteem
We always have blood in the cream
and droppings in the pail
But then again, New Quarantine is
known to be
print, now they nousense, on our tails,
constructing jails, that mop in that pail, dry bread be stail
now conversary and the mail, that keeps the motor
and pail of water
Worked her fingers to the bone, for the life she has at home
Providing at the same time for her daughter
Sadie, the cleaning lady
Her
they all gonʼ listen, homie
Seeing the vision,
Slowly with consistence things prevail
A Shovel and pail, Iʼm digging a well
If you couldnʼt tell, Iʼm
You want mutton you could put me in the hot pot
You want mutton you could put me in the hot pot
Kick the pail, my extravagant plot
Watch him pop up
She will kiss you
Bread & butter
He will carry
Pails Of Water
Once all infinite
Strands of pulsing light
We can see our breathe
On this frozen night
Gazing through the fog to the other side
They booked me on a whim and threw me deep in jail
With no bail, sitting silent on a rusty pail
Just gazing
And left foot out
Baby that’s what it’s all about
Dreams dreams
Now he’s got a lunch box I got a pail
I climb a ladder he plays the drum
He got a moustache
a railroad track
Fetch a pail and call me jack
I'll never come back
I don't think I'll see you again in the morning
Cuz I want got myself killed by
a railroad track
Fetch a pail and call me jack
I'll never come back
I don't think I'll see you again in the morning
'Cause I want got myself killed by
sails
Keep a hold of the tiger by the tail
A half a ham sandwich in my lunch pail
That'd be alright
That'd be alright
That'd be alright
If
of love"
[Chorus]
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To get a pail of water
Jack fell for Jill, gave her a shove
They fell into the cradle of love
because he's too busy
No spotlight only concentrating on the duckets
Duckets to fill pails and buckets
The Chubbster, the one, the man who is flowing
If I
all fall down) *
The king has sent his daughter to
Fetch a pail of water
(Hot-sha Hat-sha all fall down)
Robin on the steeple is singing to the people
pail"
Blood and guts is everywhere
What's that stink? Fuck knows, who cares!
Just so high but it's such a nightmare
Lost in hell, Yo, you scalped her
al play
Tú pagas los feats
No gastó I dont pay
Si me voy en pail
Me meto una pali
Se nota en mi face
Golpea como dalí
Si tú eres la ola
Yo soy el
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