The Beautiful South Lyrics
The Beautiful South Lyrics
"Chicken Wings Lyrics"
Griding Process Lyrics
sitting in your smile chair I sniff here lips and spit he keeps on calling lies of those less fortunate I must exterminate the lucky hunch and gu
sitting in your smile chair I sniff here lips and spit he keeps on calling lies of those less fortunate I must exterminate the lucky hunch and gu
Well I always knew you'd take the crutches
and not the skis
1 always knew you'd take the stilts
and then your knees
When God gave you the sky
I knew you'd take the trees
Son you've grown those chicken wings
You just can't fly
They anchored our dream yacht to ocean bed
chained our ideal home to bicycl
I Cried Again Lyrics
I CRIED AGAIN Writer Autry Inman TEARDROPS FELL THE NIGHT YOU SAID I LOVE YOU DEAR THEN YOU WERE WED I WATCHED YOU WHILE YOU HELD HIS HAND THEN I BOWED MY HE
e shedI CRIED AGAIN Writer Autry Inman TEARDROPS FELL THE NIGHT YOU SAID I LOVE YOU DEAR THEN YOU WERE WED I WATCHED YOU WHILE YOU HELD HIS HAND THEN I BOWED MY HE
Clamped our racing car before we sat in driver's seat
Tied our shooting stars and wrapped them round a tree
We could've courted Einstein
could've courted Marx
we could've gone for strolls
like other families do in parks
Son you were born a dud
in a family without sparks
Yes you've got those chicken
Destiny Lyrics
Destiny Desperate and scared I search through my past Asking myself Why nothing seems to last These roads that I travel were they cast in
wingsDestiny Desperate and scared I search through my past Asking myself Why nothing seems to last These roads that I travel were they cast in
You just can't fly
The chequered flag
that losers despise
never flew in our port
or harboured in our eyes
Cause we always formed that queue
for second prize
This family's got those chicken wings
we just can't fly
Our winning tickets ripped up into shreds
The tale of this family, i
Barbara Allen Lyrics
Twas in the merry month of May When green buds all were swelling, Sweet William on his death bed lay For love of Barbara Allen. He sent his servant
s its headsTwas in the merry month of May When green buds all were swelling, Sweet William on his death bed lay For love of Barbara Allen. He sent his servant
We're bouncing on a pogo stick
without any springs
It hurts me to admit this
but we've got those chicken wings
Yes you've got those chicken wings
and all the luggage that the failure brings
Is a swallow flying high that sings
Look he's got those chicken wings
He may as well die