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the other one!
ARTHUR: I am. And this my trusty servant Patsy. We have
ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights
who will join me
the land into a frozen, inhospitable environment. To escape the cold many soldiers abandoned their usual sleeping place of a slit trench covered by a bivouac
wheels, Big Willie shit
Hot boxer, hot sauna, car full, thick
I love the constituents, is down to get their lids peeled
Still pimpin', ridin' 'round town
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
That’s precisely where this story takes place.
Land’s End, summer of 1402, southwest of England.
Nearby, there was the small town of Sennen,
Where a man
again!
Oh here comes greggery peccary.
Yes it's cravv, cravy, veah...
Every morning, greggery drives
His little red volkswagen to the ugly
Part of town
Half-made man
Elvis has honor
Not half-boned siksura
Heavy Betty big bone
Little Kitty big bone
I'm not sweetly
Give me one
Eat more with
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
are
searching the square roughly turning over baskets and shaking down PASSERS-BY.
BRIAN appears near a rather dull little PROPHET, who is standing
oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
He took me to his great big town
Lots of people standing around
They
oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
He took me to his great big town
Lots of people standing around
They
we own) yeah
This place is we home
(Let's go, hey)
Look how the ground shakin' (shake)
All over town shakin' (shake)
Is we have the ground
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
Born the middle son
Of a farmer
And a small town
Southern man
Like his daddy's
Daddy before him
Brought up
Workin' on the land
Fell in love
you alive
Your daddy , Joe Little, had woes of his own
Drink was much stronger than greed
But some in the city felt native red hands
Were no place
of the tall gum trees is a mighty fine place to be
The land we call Australia is very big and wide
They say the heart is in the outback
And it is said with good
at the homestead and then in the town
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
Vestey man said I'll double your wages
Seven quid
here
Whoa, whoa, everybody's dreaming big
Whoa, whoa, everybody's just getting by
That's how it goes in every day America
A little town with a great big
cows
Are a little late
And will be out of date by tomorrow
Her mother placed on virginity
Saying it was the holy place to be
For the things boys had
to town
I picked out a lot in the big cemetery in the shade of a tall maple tree
Figured it's the least I could do for my papa
After all the things
Big Daddy going to hit the
Heights
Big Daddy going City
Lights
Big Daddy Goin Goin
We just hit town from a
Foreign land
Doing 50 towns of one
Night
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