: Na na na ... Paper mache and telegraph poles, things go dead in the night Make enough noise to make enough noise to make you want to jump with
: Sometimes I think You're trying to kill me with your stars and stripes and sometimes, sometimes your Liberty Cabbage goes dry but still your arms are
All that blotter gonna twist up your mind You can do it just not all the time Hiding in your room you'll be feeling fine Always manage to have something
I was raised on Black & Tans Ronnie Drew and 'Van the Man' I go off to mass on Sunday And then it's back to the pub on Monday I've got a sister Meghan
I got a fresh tattoo of a broken heart You'd think I'd learn by now but I ain't that smart Got a pocket full of nothing, a head full of lukewarm beer.
Well I wonder why it is that we have rascals rogues and losers We've got roustabouts rapscallions and a bucket load of boozers We've got balladeers
What?s up niggas and bitches (Ugh) We ain?t no motherfucking rookies at making cowards (We ain?t no rookies at making fame) Fetti nigga, that?s why I
Heut schreibe ich Geschichte und morgen lieg ich im Grab und übermorgen weiß niemand mehr, daß es mich mal gab. Mein Leben dauert ewig
Went up on the mountain And I give my horn a blow; Thought I heard my true love say, "Yonder comes my beau!" Bile dat cabbage down Bake dat hoe-cake
Na na na na na na na na na Paper mache and telegraph poles things go dead in the night Make enough noise to make enough noise Makes you want to jump
Yeeeeeee-yeah-yeah aha Well mama, ridin? down this highway, Oh highway 95 Sometimes I don?t know if I?m even dead or alive And that is why, that is
1. Raccoon up the 'simmon tree, 'Possum up the gum. Never did see a pretty girl, But what I love her some. cho: Bile them cabbage down
I'm goin' back south in New Orleans Get myself some of them cabbage greens Ooh, them greens, yes, them greens Oh, them greens, they call them cabbage
Je suis l'homme a la tete de chou Moitie legume moitie mec Pour les beaux yeux de Marilou Je suis alle porter au clou Ma Remington et puis mon break J
Je suis l'homme la tte de chou Moiti lgume moiti mec Pour les beaux yeux de Marilou Je suis all porter au clou Ma Remington et puis mon break J'tais
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Sometimes I think You're trying to kill me with your stars and stripes and sometimes, sometimes your Liberty Cabbage goes dry but still your arms are
Goodbye girl, where did you go? Woke up this morning and I didn't know We were together but now we're not Asked you for nothing that's what I got It'
