Lyrics:
MORTICIAN : Eric Idle
CUSTOMER : John Cleese
DEAD PERSON : ???
DENNIS : Michael Palin
WOMAN : Terry Jones
BLACK KNIGHT : John Cleese (?)
VILLAGER #1 :
to angels
They call her out by her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She
to angels
They call her out by her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She
tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall
Got a sweet black angel
Got a pin up girl
Got a sweet black angel
Up upon my wall
Well, she ain't no singer
And she ain't no star
But she
Got a sweet black angel
Got a pin up girl
Got a sweet black angel
Up upon my wall
Well, she ain't no singer
And she ain't no star
But she
Got a sweet black angel
Got a pin up girl
Got a sweet black angel
Up upon my wall
Well, she ain't no singer
And she ain't no star
But she
If it was do or die
Take a shot of the Henny
I heard there's money on the streets
And it better be plenty
I want the black one the red on
Man I want
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
to angels.
They call her out by her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket.
She wears
Black Angels walk with him
Talk to him
He can't get you Black Angels go out for him and stalk for him
He Ooooooo
Black Angels they sit over his
to angels.
They call her out by her name.
Oh yeah, she talks to angels.
Says they call her out by her name.
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket.
She wears
when you made all the money?
Pass the baton and let the next one take it from me
Found a strong black woman from the land of Nigeria
The way she
spend Pon mi, how yuh mean dats rich
Ina mi jeans and kicks
Finger yuh gyal, never need one click
She say this longer than a meter stick
Mi nuh talk
CALL HER OUT BY HER NAME
OH YEAH, SHE TALKS TO ANGELS
SAYS THEY CALL HER OUT BY HER NAME
SHE KEEPS A LOCK OF HAIR IN HER POCKET
SHE WEARS A CROSS AROUND
best friend
Surrounded by some solid okes
Hai nina enihleka all the jokes
I like the girl and she ain't have to boast
Then I wifed her after teaching her
My number one chick on my back like skin it’s just
Wait til we ride by empty the clip a bit
I’m so Rebel...I’ll fist fight the devil
A Black Man
She’s meant to be cared for
And meant to be loved
Cos na she be your angel
She’s sent from above na woman she be
No be your punching bag na woman she
at the strong ass people
I keep by my side
If I cannot go left
Then I'ma go right, right, right
(Right, right, right)
When she sip she want it all
I pray to God
and they loving it, so
- We didn't step to the mic to talk shit, we grab the mic to rock a groove and spread knowledge,
- Better than college, like Talib
deep)
Understand what I'm saying to you? (Will make you go insane)
Yo, yo (ah true ting you ah talk, y'hear?) (check it deep)
She's been with me, been
black, and white
Then she understood where she was
She was in his soul
After realising, she stopped falling down
And looked around
She was herself in
know I leave in the DeLorean
But that's never where the story ends
Stop by to see my niece, Jake & Tori and
I order her a fleece, so Victorian
She's
soulmate, life was music
Love was her life tune played by an acoustic
Hypnotized me, every time she danced
Stole my heart, with one glance
Loved her to death,
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