Lyrics:
Eric Idle
GUARD #2 : ???
CONCORDE : Eric Idle
OLD CRONE : ???
ROGER (THE SHRUBBER) : Eric Idle
TIM (THE ENCHANTER): John Cleese
BROTHER MAYNARD: Eric
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
John Henry and they told me if they let me read this old book I'd
Probably write a song about it.
And they did and I did and I called it more About
the time-being
And the world sings
When the Beatles Hit America
When the Beatles Hit America
It's going to be sponsored by...
When the Beatles Hit America
When
And everybody's putting their
Laptops on the pool table
Playing songs through these big-ass
Speakers it was crazy and they wanted me to
Play, so I plugged in,
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
old colored feller who the folks was always fond
I don't even remember what his last name was we always
just called him Uncle John
Why I remember when
old colored feller who the folks was always fond
I don't even remember what his last name was we always just called him Uncle John
Why I remember when
chillin
Said she wanna ride But she can’t ride unless we drillin
And if she got a big ol ass I swear to god I gotta feel it
Speeding thru the city They be
still think it'll be OK
Mass poverty displayed on old newsreels
Roosevelt developed his New Deal
It made such a difference and how
But are things much
Well the night was deep and the night was dark
And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town
Some big ceremony was going down
Well dancers
Well the night was deep and the night was dark
And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town
Some big ceremony was going down
Well dancers
now
I think we can make it if we live and
Let live and love one another -
I mean really love if
You don't know the guy on
The other side of the
World
You was tryin' to make it outta there alive
Textin' John John like
"You still pullin up?" You
Was fuckin' terrified
You said you known for punchin'
attack
Just a dream with no end in sight
Waking up to evening
Now it seems I live this rotten life
Spoiled rotten life, frozen hair with burning hands
See nah, it really wasn't like that
Memories' play tricks and the old dogs they find that
They really are not elephants
In the room or otherwise
See nah, it really wasn't like that
Memories' play tricks and the old dogs they find that
They really are not elephants
In the room or otherwise
and music by John Prine; arrangement by Monroe Webb and Sam Clanton; guitar, mandolin, harmonica and vocals by Sam Clanton)
Well the night was deep and the night was dark
And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town
Some big ceremony was going down
Dancers writhed
stood the king of the woods a giant old hickory
It was ten men wide standing side by side it branches gnarly and strong
It stood so high it tickled
own tail
When he metioned 10 years in a Mexican jail
So I pointed at John Roy and said
It's all his, now please let me go, I mean it was your idea
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
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