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Beautiful South The lyrics
Beautiful South The lyrics
"From Under The Covers Lyrics"
Enjoy Lyrics
Flatulation punctuates the still night air And I thank god you're here I queefed - Enjoy Make the most
Flatulation punctuates the still night air And I thank god you're here I queefed - Enjoy Make the most
(heaton/rotheray)
It's 6.00am and even big ben
Is trying to get his head down for a kip
But no sooner is it down
And then it's on with dressing gown
For this city very rarely loses grip
But i have a friend who's never up by 10.00
He's fast asleep with mouth open wide
He's l
Love Story Lyrics
Time marches on never ending, time keeps it's own time Here we stand at beginning, and then goes passing us by, And I, I, I can drea
ost a lot of jobs, but he's won a lot of friendsTime marches on never ending, time keeps it's own time Here we stand at beginning, and then goes passing us by, And I, I, I can drea
And he says to me, he cannot tell the time
It's 7.00am and we're coughing up the phlegm
Spitting out the taste of night before
And we'll vomit and we'll choke
Just to climb their tatty rope
Well this city has its charm, and its claw
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Moments Like This Lyrics
Moments like this don't last long I lock them safe away What good is it to say I'll get along Just like before And I won't cared he'll blame his clock
Or he'll say he's lost his socks
And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a snake
His excuses are an art
From the bottom of his heart
And he thinks of them whenever he awakes
It's 8.00am we're on the road again
Racing for a placing at the top
And it says
For the people in the know
But for the others all it says is red for stop
It's cold and its damp
And they've dug him a grave
And the 10.15 merchants still in bed
And scrawled upon the headboard
For the whole wide world to see
"died in the arms of big ted"
Moments like this don't last long I lock them safe away What good is it to say I'll get along Just like before And I won't care
Or he'll say he's lost his socks
And they'll tell you that he's been bitten by a snake
His excuses are an art
From the bottom of his heart
And he thinks of them whenever he awakes
It's 8.00am we're on the road again
Racing for a placing at the top
And it says
Spider Fingers Lyrics
So nice to be here With all you good people Is anybody listening To what we're doing tonight Could you give us a chance While you
reen for goSo nice to be here With all you good people Is anybody listening To what we're doing tonight Could you give us a chance While you
For the people in the know
But for the others all it says is red for stop
It's cold and its damp
And they've dug him a grave
And the 10.15 merchants still in bed
And scrawled upon the headboard
For the whole wide world to see
"died in the arms of big ted"