Lyrics:
to do?
Why don't we go
outside of Neverland today?
Peter Pan and Tinker Bell
flew high up in the sky.
They saw a house far away
with a window open.
Wathen's, Old Fitz, Old Whiskey River
Big House, Taylor, New Riff, Rock Hill
Fighting Cock, Johnny Drum, Vintage, Noah's Mill
Ezra, Rowan's Creek, Hirsh
Peter's grandfather arrived he was
Driving an old pickup truck
And wearing a headband
With his long hair like, a hippie
Not exactly the kind of
Grandfather
Stewer, Peter Gurney,
Peter Davy, Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
And when shall I see again my
and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a-growing green in the old country
Well I asked her for a candle for to light me up to bed
And likewise for
TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE
(Peter Sando)
I just can’t wait for this
I just can’t wait for that
I keep on checkin’ that old clock on the wall
a watched pot
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
and the New Grass Revival, Peter Rowan, and finally I got the brilliant idea one day to take all the greatest bluegrass song titles in the world and string 'em
Aye yo what's up y'all?
It's the return of Reece Rowan
Yeah shout out to Noqh for making this beat
This shit is crazy
Oh, yah
The king is back,
And dream that ye'll see it again
Oh there's a place far away cross the sea
Just a wee scrape o land by an old rowan tree
In the hills of the old country
get a tape of Jim and Jesse
And it was on to the Kentucky Colonels
And Mack Wiseman and the New Grass Revival, Peter Rowan
And finally I got
Allllll this life has meant to Meeee
Is cars and diamond rings
By twenty four years old
Im tryna have it allll
By twenty four years old
Tryna have 24
trusted
First comes the Birch
Rowan followed by the Ash
Then through the Alder she forms
And merges with Willow
The Hawthorne blossoms
As the Oak
say
Rat a tat tat
Rat a tat tat tat hey
If my heart is a grenade
You pull the pin and say
We're all fighting growing old
We're all fighting growing old
at the gate!
Guard: May I see that pamphlet, sir?**
*Slap*
Peter: My God, This house is freakin' sweet!
Chef 1: I make brunch, Clive cooks lunch,
Chef 1 & 2:
make shoulders fling
Klitschko in the ring, 'cause he just got a box from the Gypsy King
Jheeze, same old story
You can get soaked, or soaked in glory
This old house once knew my children
This old house once knew my wife
This old house was home and shelter as we fought the storms of life
This old
SURROUNDED BY SOME CRIPPLED TREES
THE LONESOME CROWDED EAST
THE SAME OLD MESS, THE EVER USUAL
THE BEST OF IT, THE VERY LEAST
THE RABBIT HOLE IS BEAUTIFUL, BUT
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
the old fashioned flowers, violets are for me
Have them made in diamonds by the man at Tiffany
I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
Chapman
RIGHT HEAD : Michael Palin
OLD MAN : Terry Gilliam
HEAD KNIGHT OF NEE : Michael Palin
FATHER : Michael Palin
PRINCE HERBERT : Terry Jones
GUARD #1 :
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
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