From the first hello you gave to me I've done nothing else but smile And I know you're in a hurry but its gonna take a while. So forgive me if we go slow
, skin a ma rink a doodle on me auld rigadoo I must be going to bed, it's getting late at night The fire is all out, so out goes the light Now you've
ma rink a doodle on me auld rigadoo I must be going to bed, it's getting late at night The fire is all out, so out goes the light Now you've heard the
blood, it runs strong There's nothing a doting lad won't do To keep his princess warm He'll tease her with poems and promises He'll ask her out to dance
higher Folks roamed the earth Like big rolling kegs They had two sets of arms They had two sets of legs They had two faces peering Out of one giant head
she couldn't cry He packed his things, walked out the door and drove away And she became the girl from yesterday He took a plane across the sea
great beyond Black smokeand pistons churn Steel rails and big wheels turn This train keeps rolling along Soon we'll reach the sea and there I'll stand With nothing
sky, sometimes higher Folks roamed the earth like big rolling kegs They had two sets of arms, two sets of legs They had two faces peering out of one
in the fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Fuck off to the Falklands for your sea-faring fun Big man's jerk off
. And then the Duchess passed out at a quarter to three and suddenly Cyril cried 'fiddle-de-de' and he ripped off his trousers and jumped in the sea -
War - is comin' home - takes families War - I'm not a great big fan of it War - is something that is scandalous Oh no ? oh no War - is comin' by air, land, & sea
and great bloody hunks fell off from me and great big hunks fell into the sea my timber is going i can hardly sail no longer the boat i'm out of
's great gift comes in different strains From the mainland (purps?) all the way to big island Underground cultivation, yes I try to stay blasted From to sea to sea
And his great iron head, shaped like a dustbin but as big as a bedroom, Slowly turned to the right Slowly turned to the left He was hearing the sea.
place stops for the Winter of '96 Minus 10, 1pm, eats through his time I laugh at your Denver sea bar Snowstorm, so we walk 70 blocks On days like this, nothing
arming in the fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Fuck off to the Falklands for your sea-faring fun Big man's jerk
core. And then the Duchess passed out at a quarter to three and suddenly Cyril cried 'fiddle-de-de' and he ripped off his trousers and jumped in the sea