Lyrics:
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I am not one to play with, don't let the woke fool ya (Nah)
Already knew what the rule was
Time for me to blow the bugle (Bugle)
All smoke
Musatsike cable ndini ndine table
Bud lyk bugle fun kunge cargo
Dhunda salibho ndakuputika sebuble
Dziri ngoma ndodzibvarura
Bvarura mafanz odzifarira
Hee
going so mainey
I wait for the bugle the seventh one daily
A teen with a dream I ain't talking no Katy
They ask for a feature I'm telling them maybe HAHA
Moving in
Their swift response gets our attention
With chagrin
But Digby leads the charge again
Major Digby, let it rain on me
As soon as the bugles call
like a frozen grape
My mind's about as clear as black duct tape
I got a bag of old bugles and a VCR
Watch an old movie and play guitar
Two cups of OJ
the U.S.A.
Not Nazi Germany
They've drifted so far
From where we began
There has to be a time
For this nightmare to end
It's time to sound the bugle
To awaken
Sound the bugle now
Play it just for me
As the seasons change
Remember how I used to be
Now I can't go on
I can't even start
I got nothing left
flash
Word to the world
Love's amazin' blazin'
Send fi mi bullhorn
Send fi mi bugle
Tun up di microphone yeah
Tun up di microphone yeah
Send fi mi
the rifles fire o'er ye as they lowered you down?
Did the bugle sing 'The Last Post' in chorus?
Did the pipes play 'The Flowers o' the Forest'?
Did the bugle
my head on (Yeah)
Yeah, it's a long fall Gwen Stacy
I pray the lord to come save me
Play the Bugle on the Daily
These niggas Slim but not Shady
These
y’all wouldn’t
Like same swag as PaRappa the Rapper
Baggy jeans from Dapper Dan with a mic in hand
Denim jacket from Bugle Boy
Our pictures printed
Marching Home
I was born to a clear blue sky never heard guns or the bugle cry
But I was made to watch parades of men with poppies go
Uh wah ahh
Sometimes I'm fucked up
But I no want just talk
I just dey bugle up
Inside this crazy world
I don dey take drugs
To Quech the hole probs
Hey Mr Bilby?
Bilby:Yeah?
Fair Sandie: Do you want to play that bugle?
Bilby: I sure do!
Fair Sandie: Well play that bugle!
Bilby Boogaloo
He's
through my gear once more already knowing all is in place And as the bugle call goes blaring We know that this might be out final call Form the line you
the bugle calls the weary one
Rest, noble spirit in thy grave unknown
I'll find you and know you among the good and true
When a robe of white is given for
some friends of mine
I was thinking about you that night
Way down by the river where the bugles blow
I had myself nowhere to go
Way down by
the bugle plays
A sound that you'll remember all your days
And when you see that leader proudly raise his hand
Just follow the band
Hear the trumpet blast,
and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now, Fernando
Every
Oh I love the US of A,
Marching toward the new glorious day!
Sound the bugles, and hear us say:
""Freedom fighters, bombs away!""
Liberty that knows
Swing sur le beat bébé, remues les fesses
Balance ton corps n'aies pas peur, fais vibrer ta graisse
J'irai en Jamaïque danser le bugle bugle
Frotter
well dress up like a garbage man
Middle inna day, 'bout after one
Bwoy a pray fi him life like a Christian
Shot play inna him face like Bugle's song
Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn
Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born
Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
His name ain't my name
and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now, Fernando
Every
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