Lyrics:
on the trusses
That's what I'll do
Say, boy, what are you doing up on that ladder?
Open the door, Richard, there's a man out here (Oh Lordy, Lord)
Sir? (what
on the trusses
That's what I'll do
Say, boy, what are you doing up on that ladder?
Open the door, Richard, there's a man out here (Oh Lordy, Lord)
Sir? (what
Baker, baker, baker boy
Bake a girl, bake a boy
They come to me for donuts and blueberry pie
They love my creme merengue
And my fresh baked rye
orders, so the roll call begin
Atkins Baker, Carter Calahan, Clement Jones, Johnson Moran
McCoy, Perkins Rivers and Revere Stepherd, Thomas Wilson
What can
the glizzy
I'm in the field
Richard Mille on my wrist like Odell
I run it up you a snail
Yeah Im from Atlanta
Where young niggas be raising hell
Might
The Ballad of Sir Richard
Standing on the corner was a knight in rusty armour
When he heard a silence coming from the street below
With a squeak
Pi
On Granny
(On Granny)
(On Granny)
Double R when I hop out the coupe
Come with the troops and they see me salute (Yes sir!)
I pull up and my niggas
paid Tyrrel to say that he had murdered
In the name of Sir Richard, the brave
Henry killed Tyrrel without any trial
So Tyrrel took the truth to his
captain
Duke Ellington
Count Basie
you'd follow those guys
listen to them - believe them
Chet Baker, Charlie Parker, Keith Richard
Those guys needed
Baker, giving you the best I got
I know my role, I'm playing the part
And I'll be right here waiting like Richard Marx
If it don't mean nothing, then it
goalie, I stay with a pole
'Lorasi the baker, I stay making the dough
But the cash in a lock like a young figure four
Fuck up her walls like I'm slamming
Perhaps a baker, or a learned scholar
And there can only be so much
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow
There can only be...
So much
Jack Sorrow had a heart, and he
paid Tyrrel to say that he had murdered
In the name of Sir Richard the brave
Henry killed Tyrrel without any trial
So Tyrrel took the truth to his
down London, I flew in, sir
Pussy palace, up in Windsor
Detrois faux fur, yeah, I'm so cold
'Nita Baker, sweet love so low
I need a baker 'cause I
I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by
[From Mark Knopfler's "Sailing To Philadelphia"]
I Am Jeremiah Dixon
I Am A Geordie Boy
A Glass Of Wine With You, Sir
And The Ladies I'll Enjoy
take back what you said
Yeah, I gotta watch out 'cause they comin' for my head
I ain't no baker, nah, I ain't playin' with my bread
I know it's not
I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own
on a pasture
Like Hannah baker, I wanna go fast sir
I'm always feeling rotted, like some spoiled fur
Sgt. Baker is my name
I'm gonna teach you how to play the game
Of warfare
Suddenly it appears to me
You got a bit much dignity
For your own
Sgt. Baker is my name
I'm gonna teach you how to play the game
Of warfare
Suddenly it appears to me
You got a bit much dignity
For your own
Encephalopod, killer of man
He's use a gun if he had any hands
Encephalopod, back for revenge,
Seeks his vengeance from the deep end
This is Richard Roper with
Hunnid dollar for the Richard Mille
You already know we own the city
We working hard since from the beginning
Oh, God! Yeah we did it
Oh, God! Yeah we did
Sgt. Baker is my name
I'm gonna teach you how to play the game
Of warfare
Suddenly it appears to me
You got a bit much dignity
For your own
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