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of cheer again.
If you worry, if you fret, if you're getting deep in debt,
let your frown turn summerset, get yourself a good quartet.
In the evening
(yeah) (uh, uh)
Ay, yeah, yeah, and the string quartets (yeah)
Ray Chew and the Crunks
Uh, uh (one, two, one, two), you know
You gotta love it
was no one there he had missed
And passing by a village square
He heard a brass quartet
Whose christmas concerto in the key of g
He felt
(yeah) (uh, uh)
Ay, yeah, yeah, and the string quartets (yeah)
Ray Chew and the Crunks
Uh, uh (one, two, one, two), you know
You gotta love it
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
to write on
Now the only pen that I grip -
Exists in my cerebral cortex
The future is like a quartet
- I fore-see it bitch
You know I'd really hate to
Murder
bring the heat out
I'm givin' you somin' new
Somin' to tweet about
Don't be upset when B-E-P out
Ain't no quartet, they just three out
There's the trio,
I'm not there
So I haven't time to be a millionaire
And a friendly gang of robins
Are peeved when I forget
That I'm the second tenor in their quartet
Or save herself with a tourniquet
Would Beethoven join a jazz quartet
Would Ben Hur drive a blue corvette
Would Aristotle be an acid head
Would Cain
I need help right away."
When he got them in the store, there was fun, you bet.
Someone asked for "sparrow grass" and then the whole quartet
All
crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges
dress (damn)
Now four niggas tried to sing on me, quartet (woo)
PPP came in and got a Corvette (vroom)
Mama text me and said I need more rest
But I
JACKSON
WITH PAMELA ROSE GADD
(Billy Ed Wheeler - Gaby Rogers)
« © '65 Quartet Music »
We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
forget that old quartet
That sang "Sweet Adeline!" (Sweet Adeline!)
Goodbye forever, old fellas an' gals
Goodbye forever, old sweethearts an' pals
each detail of your intricate design
In your hair there is a symphony
Your lips, a string quartet
They tell stories of a Neon Valley Street
Where we
Opera, string quartet
Curtain's up, but the whole room darkened up
I know winter was callin' you
Me baby, my baby
He Chris with the Kringle in rooms
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
and Bizet
And the songs of yesterday
String quartets and Polynesian carols
But the music that excels
Is the sound of oil wells
As they slurp, slurp,
Blasts from clustered R4M quartets in my snout
And see these English planes go burn
Now will you be my witness how red were the skies
When
Blasts from clustered R4M quartets in my snout
And see these English planes go burn
Now will you be my witness how red were the skies
When
Blasts from clustered R4M quartets in my snout
And see these English planes go burn
Well, you be my witness, how red were the skies
When
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
around
'cause I've been there and these are the notes
From the overground
The world saxophone quartet, the smell of violets
And a passing friend won't let
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