Lyrics:
No need to find when she’s at my door
Why I can’t stand with some friends or whores
I got a cricket on my mind
And when she’s there my brain is
Бескара set (Эй, я)
Мой drip'чик меняет цвет (На-на)
Пламя на green'e — Cricket (На-на)
My soul — призма и свет (На-на)
Это блюз малых планет
It was a different take
A tear within the mind
I know you–
Look at what this demon
Has done to me
And it's crickets here
In the backstands upon my
Aan ban san ye
Indian keee Jaan ye
Channi keee Sannnnn
Rachi ka Maan ye
Cricket kai bhagban ye
Handsom dashing but aadhar say aam inshan ye
Aan
One cricket sat on a windowsill
He played a song on his violin
He sang and he danced all night long with a bing, bing, bing and a bong, bong, bong
He
waste the cricket paste, it’s such a lovely, lovely taste!
Oh yeah!
And look here, don’t you waste that cricket paste, don’t waste that cricket paste,
fitting than the age old game of cricket
It has honor, it has character and it's British.
Now God laid down the rules of life when he wrote those Ten
I'll hang the pictures, you hang the stars
You pick the paint, I'll pick a guitar
Sing you a song out there with the crickets and the frogs
You name
like me is only thinkin' in one thing
Got to get you way out where the cricket's sing
Down a two lane road 'til you hear a big bang
Then before you
I got that beat-beat-beating in my heart
All joy, no stress
No worries, I'm blessed
From the early in the morning
'Til the crickets and the sun
in the creek
For the crickets and the critters and the squirrels
Shake it to the moon, shake it for me girl
Aw, country girl, shake it for me
go beyond the pavement
You gotta go deep
Way on back
Cross a few creeks
And a couple little shacks
You gotta get lost
Way on out
Crickets
crickets
I'm like "Girl whatcha doin for today?"
I'm thinking maybe me and you should go and run away
And now I don't believe in love at first sight
but baby I don't really give a fuck
Oh, oh, pardon my french girl I just wanna know what's up
I told her we should kick it
But all I heard was crickets
Damn you fuckboys and you critics (critics)
Got the trap jumpin' like crickets (jumpin' out)
Lambo' truck look like it's kitted (skrrt)
Load it up,
OOH-WOO-OOH-WOO
From McRitchie to the Padang
OOH-WOO-OOH-WOO
Every morning every night
OOH-WOO-OOH-WOO
Serving beats so frickin Ti-ti-ti-ti-TIGHT
Wah this cricket
nobody in our business
Just us and the crickets and the good Lord
Stars gonna burn on out, the moon gonna sneak on down
We could have a hell of a time,
my world was crumbling
My grandpa gave me his hand
It was crickets, minnows and kerosene
RC, moon pies and a softball team
Learned about life
got plenty of time
The crickets are singing
Country moon is shinning
I can see the fire burning in your eyes
And all I wanna do, is lay you down
plenty of time
The crickets are singing
Country moon is shinning
I can see the fire burning in your eyes
And all I wanna do, is lay you down and love you
four faces one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other
I say
I don't like cricket oh no
I love it
four faces one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other
I say
I don't like cricket oh no
I love it
Ain't getting out and I don't care
'Cause why in the hell would I leave?
I don't need anything but fried chicken and crickets
If there's a yellow pine
four faces one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other
I say
I don't like cricket oh no
I love it
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