Lyrics:
got cabin fever we've lost what sense we had
We got cabin fever, we're all going mad
Grab your partner by the ears
Lash him to the wheel
Do-si-do
on,
Whoever wrote this script!
Say, I, was floating in a tropic moon,
I'm dreaming of a blue lagoon,
No-one is crazier than oon.
Cabin fever has
Boom
Chick!
Oy! Oy!
We've got cabin fever, we've lost what sense we had
We've got cabin fever and we're all going mad!
Grab yer partners by the ears,
the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing 'Cabin on the Hill'
Through the springtime he was groaning 'The good times are past and gone'
By
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
said he heard the angels singing, "Cabin on the Hill"
Through the springtime he was groaning
"The good times are past and gone"
By the summer she was
blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
Got mad guns up in the cabin
'Cause Cease ain't the one for
blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's
Got mad guns up in the cabin
'Cause Cease ain't the one for
eternal home
The chandeliers were swaying
From the balustrades above
The orchestra was playing
Songs of faded love
The watchman, he lay dreaming
dance by the cabin
The moment has come
Enjoying rhythms Latin
Where I go I feel at home
I'm having a blast
Never mind the past
Pay attention to my
On the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud
Pretty little baby on the cabin floor
And a little horse colt playing 'round the door
I love the girl with
to Big Muddy and we forded the flood
And the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud
A pretty little baby and the cabin floor
A little horse colt playin'
we forded a flood
On the Tennessee mare and the Tennessee stud
There's a pretty little baby on the cabin floor
A little hoss colt playin' 'round
On the Tennessee mare and the Tennessee stud
There's a pretty little baby on the cabin floor
A little hos colt playin' 'round the door
I love the girl with
on the Tennessee Stud
I had a little trouble with my sweetheart's pa
And one of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fudd
Then I rode away
and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log
well
The parrot green and blue gave the orchestra its cue
To strike up The Old Log Cabin in the Dell
I was dreaming I suppose, for these entertaining
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging
In the shadow of my cabin
And it roamed the velvet valley till today
But I tracked it by the river
And I
don't know half of my notes
Done rowed the fucking boat, by my lonely with no hope
Don't tell me how to cope, no jokes can stop a goat
Dreaming of us
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
let's start to trip
Paint on the wall from my little sis
She mad talented
Mac and Cheese with the whisk
Need it with the disk
Groovy for the kicks
Hooked
Aspen
Tell me where you wanna go
I'll make it happen
We might land in Thailand
Just imagine
Or be in Paris for the week of fashion
Or in cabin they
me
But im tired of hiding ive been there dreaming of me speeding to my cabin up in Big Bear
Trying to warn the city but they wanna cut my tongue out
Our dad building a watermill on a river by the cabin
We were playing pirates sailing overseas
We would splash him with the water, he would stand
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