Lyrics:
And the King was a cricket crowned with crocuses, acrid and wilting
And with one damning stroke of his scepter, was the boy sentenced: Guilty
They led him
come runnin' back
To that old tin roof
With the porch swing I kissed you on
You'll come runnin' back
To the crickets and the frogs
And my dusty old
ziggowat ziggowat
one hundred and twenty one ziggowats
jimminey cricket jimmniny cricket jiminey cricket
jerimiah the bull frog jerimiah the bull frog
your new shit, I heard crickets
Dope boy swag, this suit is Dickies
Seen my new bitch? She a thickums
Peso Boy know how to pick 'em
Fuck them niggas, rob
crickets
We came from the streets
From Saint P., we’re not from Brixton
Hello, darling, that’s your time
Let me take you to my trap house
Lean is in my
Limos and ladies they're driving him queasy
Rugby and cricket's unknown
Baseball and football they're making him lazy
Your fan club says "Rodney come
a forest 'cause your audience is crickets
Gotta love the crickets
I ain't tryna have it, so please don't try to give it
Your gift is kinda useless and I
can wake up the cricket's yeah
Throw some diesel on the fire and see how high we can get it
Get the guitars out and listen to them ol' boys pick it
steal unto here shielding lorn
And thro' the dooring peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She spares the bog wood fire
And hums in sad sweet
Limos and ladies they're driving him queasy
Rugby and cricket's unknown
Baseball and football they're making him lazy
Your fan club says "Rodney come
ride (that's right)
Lay a blanket on the ground (ooh, let's ride)
Kissing and the crickets is the only sound (ooh, let's ride)
We out of town
Have
when the beetle horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shieling low
And through the dooreen peep
There on the cricket’s singing stone
you're covered in light
"No good, born to lose," that's what they said
"Reach out, close your eyes, and open your hand
Take a ticket, stick a cricket
to them
crickets produce their chirps by rubbing their wings together
rough spots on the crickets wings produce the chirping vibrations which we hear
to sleep
I steal unto her shielding lorn
And through the dooring peep.
There on the cricket's singing stone,
She spares the bogwood fire,
And hums in
to them
crickets produce their chirps by rubbing their wings together
rough spots on the crickets wings produce the chirping vibrations which we hear
I steal unto her shieling low
And through her dooreen peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She stirs the bog wood fire
And hums in soft
steal unto here shielding lorn
And thro' the dooring peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She makes the bog wood fire
And hums in sad sweet
the whole night through||We can kiss on the couch|Dance in the kitchen|Sit on the porch and listen to the crickets|Sing us as song and all our worries
summertime
When all the crickets sing
And in the summertime
When anyone's in love
The crickets sing a happy song
But they didn't do their repetoire for
the thickit
Sweet little Jamie singin' with the crickets
Dancin' on her front porch
Nothin' but her cotton dress on
Hey, I'm holdin' out for homegrown
the crickets crick all day
In The Merry Old Land Of Oz.
We get up at twelve and start work at one,
Take an hour for lunch and then at two we're done, Jolly
down to her sheeling low
And through the door I peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She piles the bog-wood fire
And sings in love's sweet
the crickets call,
My heart is forever yearning,
Once more to be returning Home.
When the hills conceal the setting sun,
Stars begin a peeping one by one.
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