Lyrics:
He's Laird, he thinks he's cool but he's weird, uncool is how he appears
He's Laird, he's weird, he's Laird
His name is Laird, he has a beard
Yo
Sippin' on this Lairds yeah
Sippin' on the Lairds
Shout out to Roblox
C.F.
I don't wanna play smash
I just wanna drink
I don't wanna get outta bed
and applied
And was hired to assist Laird the camera guy
He was the first to arrive
And the last to leave
There wasn't a place he would rather be
But as time
When the Alabamas keel was laid
Roll Alabama roll
She was laid in the yard of johnathon laird
Oh roll Alabama roll
She was laid in the yard
burning.
Daddy, you've got to go!
See the fifteen going by,
Tell the Lairds and the Lords
They're running backwards today,
And once again you stand
Daddy, you've got to go!
See the fifteen going by,
Tell the Lairds and the Lords
They're running backwards today,
And once again you stand alone
great and sma'
Wi' mony a lord and laird,
Hae' declar'd for Scotland's king, and law,
Spier ye what, but Charlie!
Come through the heather, around him
The Laird is arriving
He ran to the east
He stood in the courthouse
Pleading his case
His crime was a passion
An aching for peace
And he´s
the Laird o' Dumeller-
"Gude day to you, brute!" he comes ben:
He brags and he blaws o' his siller,
But when will he dance like Tam Glen!
My minnie
And the laird has a smile for the makers of graves
For the builders of empires and the keepers of slaves
For he kept his great home losing nothing but pride
fair
In me Joy Division oven gloves
Ooh ooh Nagasaki towpath
Ooh ooh tickling the laird
Ooh ooh checking out the Quantocks
In me Joy Division oven gloves
a nephew to the Laird
And I do distain men who are vain, the men with powdered hair.
I command the Nancy Schooner from the Moy on Lake St. Claire.
been knew it
Thick brown skin when she walk that thang big movin
Grew up on Laird what you mean we aint gettin to it
Fiends in the spot milly rockin
of the Loaves
He's sleeping neath the kitchen stove (wake him up)
With jealous Lairds and Baronets
The minor ones we all forget
Send for the knights of summer,
For I am the laird, the lord of the land
Through the power of my hand, I set these things undone
I relinquish my land for community use in the name
Laird
And it’s, hurting your pride
To see I’ve invented
Energy in a few sentences
Music my medicine
It’s not a drug
That shit was heaven sent
Flowing
and margarine
Baked potato and margarine
Baked potato and margarine
With a lemon tart and Cool Whip on the side
One more time for Gramma Laird
Baked potato
Stood on millennium walkways and jubilee highways and kiosks
The stoic hum of Camel Laird and its view of tall decadence, red cranes and thrashy
the Lairds and the Lords
They're running backwards today, And once again you stand alone
Bury your memories bury your friends, leave it alone for a year or two
Around him cling with all your kin
For wha'll be King but Charlie
The Lowlands ha, both great an small
With many lord and laird hae
Declared for Scotia's
Kiedy „Alabamy" kil już legł
Roll „Alabama" roll
Zaczął ją budować Jonathan Laird
O Roll „Alabama" roll
W dół Mersey spłynęła pewnego dnia
Silny
Roll Alabama Roll
When The Alabama's Keel Was Laid,
Roll Alabama roll,
It Was Laid In The Yard Of Jonathan Laird
O Roll Alabama Roll.
To Cherbourg
Don't go K.D. on your brodies
Know what time it is
Just like I bought them boys new Rollies
Upgraded in this bitch
We drinking on Lairds no Stollies
Till
on by
Aint no pro 'tween the wars I work the railways
Farm the land or work in some factory
But for my love for my laird or for my country
You'll find me
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