Lyrics:
amount, I do)
In Switzerland next to the Alps
(Right next to the Alps, right next to the trees, I do)
My dick is a few miles long
For anyone runnin'
vers Bel air
J’suis en sang depuis toute à l’heure, rien que j’accélère
ALP qui me pénave pour me redire c’est comment
Mais qu’est ce que tu me racontes
dope
More than an Injun loves his scalps
More than a yodeler loves his alps
More, more, more, more, more
There once was a man
There once was
The hell of Northern Paris - Roubaix
The Cote d'Azur and Saint Tropez
The Alps and the Pyrenees
Last stage Champs-Elysees
Galibier and Tourmalet
Since Jackson went over to Switzerland
The Alps haven't been the same
Since he started practicing yodelin'
He's on the road to fame
And back in
the angels play you are.
You're like Paris in April and May
You're New York on a silvery day.
A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,
You're Loch Lomond
Since Jackson went over to Switzerland
The Alps haven't been the same
Since he started practicing yodelin'
He's on the road to fame
And back in
help in the river
I don't care if you was Michael Phelps my nigga
I'm higher than a mothafucka Alps my nigga
I'm flier than a mothafucka stealth my
the angels play you are.
You're like Paris in April and May
You're New York on a silvery day.
A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,
You're Loch Lomond
the angels play you are.
You're like Paris in April and May
You're New York on a silvery day.
A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,
You're Loch Lomond
crossed the Alps
Went on to conquer Rome
Like David slew Goliath
With a sling shot and a stone
Like crazy Horse and Sitting Bull
The great Geronimo
Since Jackson went over to Switzerland
The Alps haven't been the same
Since he started practicing yodelin'
He's on the road to fame
And back in
Since Jackson went over to Switzerland
The Alps haven't been the same
Since he started practicing yodelin'
He's on the road to fame
And back in
(yeah)
Now I'm in the Swiss alps sippin' champagne (yeah)
Ice in my veins gettin' top in the Range (yeah)
No, this not a hotel, this a chalet (yeah)
glasses (come on)
Eat the Swiss Alps for breakfast
Sleep with speech, wake up breathless
Missed the club, man, it's important
Think I left my soul down
like it's 1949
Daddy likes Blackpool Pleasure Beach
And road stops
Me, I like the Swiss Alps souvenir gift shops
Late night, midnight radio show talks
The blizzard goes on
But still they must fly
No one should go
Where eagles dare
Bavarian alps that lay all around
They seem to stare from below
sun
Slither in the Alps or go to the Mesullah
Or two hundred pinnacle scuba and Cuba
Or land in a borough Gerard got the Brio
She bought it in Como,
Falls mainly in the plain.
Ah, but in the wintertime,
I find a cozy Saint Bernard.
Up the Spanish Alps we climb,
Complete with anti-freeze,
More
The blizzard goes on
But still they must fly
No one should go
Where eagles dare
Bavarian alps that lay all around
They seem to stare from below
Meanwhile, high in the Swiss Alps
Two elderly Scotchmen munch on a rare cheese
Wonderful stuff this, Agnes
Aye, it's wonderful stuff
Hodellaihetee!
without alps
Rain delay
What's that I came to say?
Get it wet like Training Day
With no drain away, you with it yet
They ain't related
Lupe got him
Are the snowy white-capped Alps
Majestic, standing bright
Chorus
Hey don't you know that we're off to see the world
We're off to find our dreams
Why
in the olympics, skatin' for the gold
He did two sowchows and a triple lutz while wearing a blindfold
When Brian Boitano was in the alps, fighting
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