Lyrics:
passport and he's proud of it
Prairie boy, wonder why you're spittin' corn
In the Yankee's eye?
Aways-away and gone awry
On a Wichita Monday night
& your fat ass parked in front of a TV
crunching pop-corns happily Yankee brainwashed
you ignoring where real culture derives from
?come to Srbija
I'm at the breakfast spot i don't know what to get should i get the corn beef hash with the eggs
I'm a get the corn beef hash with the eggs fuck it
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame,
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame,
You've got that banjoes strummin'
And plunkin' out
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame,
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame,
You've got that banjoes strummin'
And plunkin' out
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame,
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame,
You've got that banjoes strummin'
And plunkin' out
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame
You've got the banjos strumming
And plunking out
from way down south
Folks from the old north
And it's Friday night
It's party night for you
King George he sent the excise men
The Yankee
rocan y no hacen na' (Daddy)
Y no hacen na'
Y no hacen na'
Y no hacen na' (aqui tenemo el pop corn)
Y no hacen na'
Tanto que rocan y no hacen na'
Yankee power
Cock pit tom with army charm
The eagle lands army commands
Oh American soldier
America's boy
Cowboy corn & bugle horn
{on son
heard of "Roses Are Red,
Violets Are Blue",
That's corny poetry!
Maybe corn is just the thing for
People like you and me!
Folks may say we're
High pitched falsetto feeling like tiny Tim
Feelin like I'm cali muscle when I hit the gym
How you gonna have the yankee but forget the brim
Got octane
Man I feel like master P
Tank chain corn rows and shit
Man I feel Hector "El Father" rapping with
Jay Z
Rompediscotecas had that album in my
you no go vex
Me no fit repent abi relent ti móti ja benz
Maka why bruh no go relax
Santana ti disturb yankee pa oti gbe ise wo overnight
Sè mò pe omo
I
Yo pensé que ya sabían que estoy rompiendo rating
Joven legendario musical igual que Yankee
Me tiran muchos Dms bebes que tienen eighteen
Daybreak and finally I'm on time for work
I'll miss you when I go in there, don't forget to write
Yankee Doodles, go downstairs, you'll see
Corn fed
dime, dime, dime para yo resolver
Ay dime, dime, dime que yo no puedo más
Ya no quiero verte a ti más llorar
Habla Yankee ella es la jefa
Su pasado
Yankee power
Cock pit tom with army charm
The eagle lands army commands
Oh American soldier
America's boy
Cowboy corn & bugle horn
{on son
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