Lyrics:
Cleese
SIR GALAHAD : Michael Palin
SIR ROBIN : Eric Idle
GOD : ???
FRENCH GUARD : John Cleese
MINSTREL : ???
LEFT HEAD : Terry Jones
MIDDLE HEAD : Graham
That's a night we are
Celebrating at Christmas time
And according to Marshall Grant up in Flatts
North Carolina they had their own way
Of celebrating
greed
At the cost of our freedom
Tossed aside
Work for the man or die
You'll be ninety years old
The time you retire
This is the hook
Make sure that it
the jects to the burbs
North face to them furs
Old bitches curve need new hoes word
Wifey irk my nerves
Made me hit her with the swerve
Started from the curb
not, no
We build our planes and our trains till we think we might die
Far from North America
Where the buildings are old and you might have lots
not, no
We build our planes and our trains till we think we might die
Far from North America
Where the buildings are old and you might have lots
goodness)
I would take notes if I were you (Oh my goodness)
This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
So with no true north
Smilin', with
the
French quarter
French quarter quarter
French quarter quarter
We in our own
Neighborhood drinking
Fire water
Fire water water
Fire water water
They wasn't
French inhale, I like the way you french inhale
Do it again
French inhale, I like the way you french inhale
Do it again
You don't gotta sell it,
French inhale, I like the way you french inhale
Do it again
French inhale, I like the way you french inhale
Do it again
You don't gotta sell it,
Remain solid
That's the only way you gone make it
(Only way you gone make it)
Ten toes down
I'm stuck in these streets
On the north side of town
We don't
Winter is cold, my soldiers are weak
But our old kingdom it has been invaded
We need to fight to take what is our
And is the land of the north
So
It's that D2 shit, you know
Hit-Boy
Yeah, Freshman ten
This shit makin' me feel old, damn
I gotta go back to '010 when the best car I rode in
Santa, she say Ohhh, yeah!
Sit down on the North Pole
Like a french hen in the Christmas choral
My touch been shivering you
Like its the snowman chill
Shore, yeah
We sailed all along the French Shore
What beautiful vessels were sailing back then
All bound for the North Labrador
And so for that
North to Alaska, go north, the rush is on
North to Alaska, go north, the rush is on
Big Sam left Seattle in the year of ninety-two
With George
kinds
Of new opportunities old business
Models are dissolving
Leaving the field wide open
For innovation it is
A time of sweeping change and revolution
up, on the North Pole
Up, up, on the North Pole
So, smile and have some fun
We make those toys for tots and the old
Nothing is better to keep you happy
hundred years old
We are a race caught in between
Give us our rights in the land of our dreams
We are Metis, true north strong and free
We are the seeds
chainim parlar ice nigga
King in the north King in the north
King in the north King in the north
King in the north King in the north
King in the north King
(Way up north north to Alaska way
Up north north to Alaska
North to Alaska go north the rush is on)
Big Sam left Seattle in the year of 1902
With
Diamonds in my mouth, VVS stones
Too young to be feeling this old
Moncler jacket cause my heart too cold
Mind on the money and my runners on road
I
The prisoner meets the Muppet hi-fi
North of Watford junction
We get in but we don't have fun
An' we leave before the truncheons
So it's back
they like to swing
French people, they kinda arty
cre really good at just about everything
Like old buildings
With pretty arches
On churches
For
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