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of my brand new scarlet sans-culotte
you can see me comin' for miles
in company of my manservant Giles
can you see my fine shiny leather shoes?
I let them lacing up even before I touched the booze
we're taking an outing to whisky-island
after such we'll join you in the highland
where the liquor grows in bottles on trees
we'll get us a shot in the morning breeze
well I'ld like to sip such golden juicy malt
on a rock of basalt and it won't be my fault
tomorrow my head will feel like an earthquake
so bring me a jar of pills against this headache.
Headache
Got me some fine polka-dots right on the spotof my brand new scarlet sans-culotte
you can see me comin' for miles
in company of my manservant Giles
can you see my fine shiny leather shoes?
I let them lacing up even before I touched the booze
we're taking an outing to whisky-island
after such we'll join you in the highland
where the liquor grows in bottles on trees
we'll get us a shot in the morning breeze
well I'ld like to sip such golden juicy malt
on a rock of basalt and it won't be my fault
tomorrow my head will feel like an earthquake
so bring me a jar of pills against this headache.
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