Lyrics:
Write the Theme Tune, Sing the Theme Tune
Good evening to you, I'm sure that you might
Be a little surprised by what you've come across tonight
to life by remarkable hands
Forget about the hell we've seen
The time has come to revive our band
So bang the drums to a rhythm
Captivating the beat
Ramadan is over,
The new moon's shown her face,
I'm halfway round the planet,
In a most unlikely place.
Following my song line
Past bamboo
deny, I'm feeling
This thing pull on my heart strings
We're on the launching pad
And I'm singing a song
And it's easy because
You're smiling while I sing
down their bayonets
The strings are chained to the marionettes
Emir of Kuwait gets back in his jet
We replace the dead with new cadets
Will we hate
to the floor, I got ten toes down
My name is Sam Young
What's my name?
My name is Sam Young
Cowboy son of a gun
And I sing the blues, give you all the news
With
voice
But I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my
Man Hank come on, Hank, sing that song:
Check it out, Well
I'm Imp the Dimp the ladies
New friends and six strings
Playing songs we used to sing
Warm fire and whiskey
I wish you were here with me
Screw the past tryna move on
I sit alone
follow
Get myself worked up by the dial tones
Same reply every time i'm calling you up
What are the odds?
When the night's so long
I sing the moon a song
a little bit of love
Made due with the little bit we had, yo
We in a new millennium
Granny still sing hymn slow
Jim Crows still keep the blacks po'
Look we
dirty, then go take a bath.
Messed up the line?
Nope, sometimes I don't rhyme.
Help yourself to a cracker, with a spread of cheddar cheese,
Have
you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new type of song
song string,
this river coursing through my life,
these wild swipes at meaning.
Now I circle back to look into the spring.
When I was 17 it was 1995.
a building like a dog
In training teach to heel or holler yodel on a sing song down
Upon the carpet
Fire on the carpet set the house ablazing seize
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
Bringing the fling to my city Silver Spring, don't tie my shoe strings cuz I fly but no wings
Songs that I sing got these hoes tryna cling, for a ring, but
the wrongs
Let the Gods sing my song
Ohhhh
Triumphant Champion of Ithaca
Let a new life begin
My journey has come to and end
Woahhh ohhh
A contest of valor
sings a song about a crawdad hole
He sings a song about a jelly roll
He sings a song about meat and greens
He sings some blues about New Orleans
You know
a song about a crawdad hole
He sings a song about a jelly roll
He sings a song about meat and greens
He sings some blues about New Orleans
You know he's
put down their bayonets
the strings are chained to the marionettes
Emir of Kuwait gets back in his jet
we replace the dead with new cadets
will we hate
She's softly strumming on the strings of my heart
She makes it sing and I'm humming every note in her harmony part
How can this be, and what keys
While I don't want the shadows- below me- to show and- destroy me
There's no time now to fear
More I sing our song I don't know if I'll ever come back
string
Baby don’t you worry bout thing
We’re coiled close together like a spring
Winter’s nearly over birds can sing
We’re twisting thread together forming
the wrong thing
Are you gonna blame me or you
Gonna sing the song again?
I don’t rap ‘cause I have to
It’s ‘cause I’m mad at you
Everybody come around when
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