Lyrics:
Oh, when the saints, go marching in,
Yes when the saints go marching in.
Oh Lord I want to be in that ever lovin' number
When the saints go
Who killed John Henry, In the battle of sinners and saints
Who killed John Henry, In the battle of sinners and saints
Take this hammer carry it
Who killed john Henry, in the battle of sinners and saints
Who killed john Henry, in the battle of sinners and saints
Take this hammer carry it
Saint-Esprit
Nous t'appelons
Saint-Esprit
Nous te désirons
Saint-Esprit
Notre inspiration
Mets ta touche sur ce que nous faisons
Saint-Esprit
Nous
Huh
Gimme a taste
Don’t hesitate
Pick up the pace
You Hot like a bake
Gimme taste
Run up a safe
Hop out the wraith
Don’t act like a saint
Don’t act
Aye aye
Aye
Saint Laurent denim
She's so materialistic
Tha Generous
Saint Laurent livin
On Saint Laurent denim
She's so materialistic
She probably
Ce soir, c'est la Saint Valentin
Ce soir, c'est la Saint Valentin
Ce soir, c'est la Saint Valentin
Ce soir, c'est la Saint Valentin
J'la passerai
Oh, toi qui as l'âme légère
Sous ton grand chapeau de paille
Tu souris et puis tu bâilles
Et t'endors dans la lumière
Saint-Tropez, Saint
It's a better life
Only we can
Sail away in Saint Tropez
Ooh là là là
Ooh là là là
Ooh là là là
Saint-Tropez
Ooh là là là
Ooh là là là
Sail away
Upside down cross like Saint peter
Upside down cross like Saint peter
Upside down cross like Saint peter
Upside down cross like Saint peter
This
Le bon roi Dagobert a mis sa culotte à l'envers
Le grand saint Éloi lui dit : Ô mon roi
Votre Majesté est mal culottée
C'est vrai, lui dit le roi,
Yeah boy, I am a saint
You're a fucking loser and bitch I am a saint
You're a fucking loser and bitch I am a saint
You're a fucking loser, loser,
Ooh
Merry Christmas Saint Nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Well way up north where the air gets cold
There's a tale about Christmas
hoo
Ok, I don't know but I've been told when the saints come marching in we roll
So deep that they can't believe we sold out seats and them cd's
just have to trust me. I'm scared
I am the patron saint of lost causes
Aren't we all to you just near lost causes?
Aren't we all to you just lost
have to trust me
I'm scared
I am the patron saint of lost causes
Aren't we all to you just near lost causes
Are we all to you just lost?
Tell me
red
And he spends a whole year working out on his sled
It's a little Saint Nick, it's a little Saint Nick
Just little bobsleigh, we call it old
Se avessi un euro
per ogni volta che penso un po’ a te
ora starei a Saint Tropez
ora starei a Saint Tropez
con uno yatch e lo Chardonnay
Se avessi un
point
Violent saint
Boiling point
Violent fucking
Saint, saint, saint, saint
Saint, saint, saint, saint
Saint, saint, saint, saint
Saint, saint
Bastard saints filled with lies and disgust
Reverend and ravisher
Bastard saints massacre of the mind
Thy faith trampled down
Bastard saints
Outrage
Saint Patrick was a gentleman and
He came from decent people
In Dublin town he built a church
And on it put a steeple
His father was a Callaghan
His
Guette où ça mène, j'envoie texto aux frères aux barreaux
Yves Saint-Laurent, mademoiselle veut trouver son charo
J'voulais d'ja compter par ci
Par là
Cause I'm the saint of the sinners
I'm the saint of the sinners
I'm the saint of the sinners
I'm the saint of the sinners
And don't trust a word I say
Dori santrua ga na rio
Lupus anima na nos saro
No ti aranos sa lo sargo dori tel la gano
When the Saints are going wild
When the Saints are going
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