Lyrics:
the Lincoln of the day
If we're fixin' fer a tussle it's his muscle all the way
If we need a handsome fella so the ladies hearts can throb
There's a Yankee
like a Yankee Doodle Dandy
When you turkey do it jerky, that' the trick, now your hoein on down
Sashay, sashay, sashay around while your hoein on down
and up north
Let’s have the kind we used
To call a glorious Fourth
Let’s salute our native land
Roman candles in each hand
While a Yankee Doodle band
Gets
Yankee Doodle Moolah?
My wife is an artist, sir
Yeah, and her art is payin' off your gamblin' debts
It's what they're sayin' in France
Is it true you
Yankee Doodle came to town
Ridin' on a pony
In Dixieland where I was born
Early on one frosty morn
Look away, look away, look away
looked swell
Full of that Yankee Doodle-dom
Half a million boots, they went
Slogging through Hell
And I, I was a kid with a drum
Say, don't you
night
Because you guys are a couple of psychotic control freaks?
You got it, bub
Or you can go rot in the gutter, it's up to you, Yankee Doodle
Well,
I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice
I wanna be elected
I'm a yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce
I wanna be elected
The kids need
when you slip and push your fate, I'm parlayin off your paper like when
I'm
[Coolio]
Yankee Doodle came to Jersey rollin on some Dayton's (Dayton's)
And the crabs around yo' ass start singin' the yankee doodle doo!
Aww fuck it I give up
out doin' Yankee doodle
Thought I had it made
But the gravy train was late as usual
And it's up the road
Turn right next Thursday
Think that's
security
I smoke a splif but I'm not Jamaican, so won't you let a
Yankee Doodle Doo what he hasta, raise my hand and cast a
Hellafied spell you can't tell
brought her six-string over
She said she'd been playin' since she turned fifty-seven
And now I guess she's more than twenty years older.
She played Yankee
she was
Daisy Mae in the 1940 RKO
Pictures production of "L'il Abner"
Betsy Ross in the 1942 film of
Yankee Doodle Dandy with James Cagney
(43) Lana,
Crucial, never neutral, bare the fruitful
Past time, another rhyme, skedaddle, Yankee Doodle
Light skin in lovely gyp, just for the honey dip
Here to make
and the milk
I can't fuck with Silk
My name's not Luther, I don't sing still
While I sing the yankee doodle
You know I gets brutal
And stab somebody's hand's
time
Used my noodle yankee doodle came up with a rhyme
That was wild, bugged, delirious, looney
Damn, it's hittin' hard
That's word to Jerry Cooney
If they dissolve the Royal Family
What music will they play
At the end of every day
'I'm A Yankee Doodle Dandy'
Or 'The Lady In Red'
Before we go
integrationism
A separate State for blacks
Economic rights
yu no sight
The system (rpt)
Uncle toms cabin
Klu Klux Klamism
John Birchism
Yankee doodle dumpling
neutral, bare the fruitful
Past time, another rhyme, skedaddle, Yankee Doodle
Light skin in lovely gyp, just for the honey dip
Here to make a megahit fit
the fufu
Got a little poodle feather on her hat like yankee-doodle love
When she go down town my toes curl do what you do boo
Shit was all good but I
[from the Looney Tunes short "Yankee Doodle Daffy"]
I'm just wild about Harry
And Harry's wild about me
The heavenly caresses of his kisses
Fills me
a shrine to
Yankee Doodle Dandy
Carpeted in clutter a madness in your parents' screams
I can hear them still
A smuggler's cave
Filled with Tally Ho Candy
to ensure successful stocks, just to return a hero in a flag-draped box
A Yankee-doodle soldier, another corporate martyr shot; a fucking life cut short in
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