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Jesus Christ, eat your apple, it's raining cats & dogs If Happy-Go-Lucky can dance with a girl & then Cain killed his Abel in fog & I'm in denial of one
do you love an apple? do you love a pear? do you love a laddie with curly brown hair? why yes, i love him i'll never deny him i'll always love him '
Kissin in the back row That's how we missed the movie Said you had cottonmouth That apple juice was groovy Splish smack on my lips Apple juice kissin
Bobbing for apples in Somalia The man with the iron curtain is following you No one's coming for tea-time except my own holy ghost You're somewhere far
Yeah... Yeah... I can tell you been hurt By that look on your face girl Some god probably sent me To your happy world You need love But your afraid That
Gold sun rolls around Chocolate nipple brown Tumble from your arms Like the ground, your breasts swell Land awake from sleep Hares will kick and leap
See the flowers 'round the altar See the peaches in tins 'Neath the headmaster's chair Harvest festival See the two who've been chosen See them walk
Please to bend down for the one called the Greenman He wants to make you his bride Please to bend down for the one called the Greenman Forever to him
Knights in shining karma tend your flame And with love for armor they'll remain Ever by your bed, guarding, still sleeping Shield your soul from this
The last balloon is leaving The last balloon from fear The last balloon is leaving Form that line right here Climb aboard, climb aboard, you menfolk
Hey, I heard the dandelions roar in Piccadilly Circus I heard the dandelions roar in Piccadilly Circus Take a packet of seeds, take yourself out to play
H A T E, is that how you spell love in your dictionary? K I C K, pronounced as kind F U C K, is that how you spell friend in your dictionary? Black on
Let us talk about Some trivial things we like A bit of this and that Let?s chew the fat Pour ourselves a glass of Stout And let our Rael Brook shirts
Tending my fruit, tending my fruit Ah, you've got to have a hobby A man must have a shed to keep him sane Spraying my buds, spraying my buds Got to keep
I got a message on my phone Some chick from Rolling Stone said "We'd like to do an interview And take a few pictures of you" Well, my label says I'm
We should leave this old town Take the highway past the riverside And when the dust settles down We'll be rollin' 'cross The Great Divide Annabelle,
Everybody wants to dance with my baby: Everybody wants to hold her for a song. Ain't a man alive she don't drive crazy. All them boys, they just can't