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Airdrie
Aberdeen
Carlisle
Preston
Farnborough
Bridgend
Bridlington
Newcastle
Exeter
Maidstone
Whitburn
Uddingston
Kirkcaldy
Bootle
Kingston upon Thames
at Kingston
Welcome
Welcome
To the swan at Kingston
Not on Thames Kingston St Mary
Where Colin's chin was very hairy
Never short
Of pink-tipped match-sticks
on the river, flow sweet river flow
London town was mine to give her, sweet Thames flow softly
Made the Thames into a crown, flow sweet river flow
Made a brooch
Yeah, man
Jr, Sean Kingston, enuh (Vybz Kartel)
Mr. Kardinall inna yuh area
Beluga Heights
See me a seh (let's go)
Miami have colors, colors,
a door
That leads me to some distant shore
I'll listen only to the sound
Of my barefeet upon the ground
I'll taste the wine in Kingston Harbor
I'll sing
Can't lef out the place where them call Kingston
(Chorus)
Here me come upon a magic carpet
And when you see me come I say me come seh fe park it
fellows, pickpockets,
dandies, extortioners and night wanderers
The feeble, the ghastly upon whom death had placed a very sure hand
Some in shreds
You're a part of everything you see
There's the sturdy old fellows, pickpockets, dandy's, extortioners
And night wanderers, the feeble, the ghastly, upon
Waist deep in the Thames on a Sunday morning
She kissed all her friends goodbye and she rowed away
Rain came down on Kingston, we stood silent
She
The flesh it is the temple and the temple is the church
Haile Selassie say fi work so how some man ah lurks
Dem fix upon the cornerside like rubbish heap
house, it no little, fi we house, Lord
It massive an' big
Say, mi no live pon di flat, Jah man, mi say
Mi live upon di hill mi say, mi mother an mi
Father,
snacks
Black on black, bad bad ass
Akon smack no time for patch
Lex puts Kingston on the map
Ain't got time for yappin' traps
Y'all buck up and we push
The flesh it is the temple and the temple is the church
Haile Selassie say fi work so how some man ah lurks
Dem fix upon the cornerside like rubbish heap
breezes walking home from work
County kilburn sun
Weekends we'd just wash away the dirt of busy, hazy london
The night grew cold, the thames is old
march and tour
Tour Kingston and all go tour Port more
But me know de whole a dem would a-must dead fi sure
And de DJ dem nah teach people no more
A pure
(Ahh) I feel like shit
Nah fuck it
Sharpen up my sword, to, slay upon my enemies
Chop his ass up, then we takin' all his equities
The pain in my,
And the icy fingers of old Jack Frost
Closed Tightly all around
From London Bridge to the river's bend
The Thames was froze from end to end
From bank to bank
his evil aims
Rejoicing in his title of
The 'Terror of the Thames'
Ha ha ha ha
His manners and appearance did not calculate to please
His coat was torn
to the skin with Darky Finn
Way down upon the Isle of Grain
With the Horseface Toole then I knew the rule
No money if you stop for rain
McAlpine's God was
to the skin with Darky Finn
Way down upon the Isle of Grain
With the Horseface Toole then I knew the rule
No money if you stop for rain
McAlpine's God was
smarter than you
So I say
[Chorus]
Don't judge me you don't know me
Don't think I am some small town pony
Got nothing upon me
You ain't walking in
march and tour
Tour Kingston and all go tour Port more
But me know de whole a dem would a-must dead fi sure
And de DJ dem nah teach people no more
A pure
Nabokov is sun-licked now
Upon the beach at Gruenwald
Brilliant and naked just
The way that authors looks
Clare and Lady Manners drink
Until
Nabokov is sun-licked now
Upon the beach at Gruenwald
Brilliant and naked just
The way that authors looks
Clare and Lady Manners drink
Until
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