Laulunsanoja:
Never Shout Never Fifteen

[Intro] Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend) We gon' do one more offerin right now We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes And we gon' do one mo

know it sounds different But his man's just passed, yeah his soul's just risen Cold, cold, world is the word that was given As he see me fifteen with

love to ice me, make my head jerk like I'm doing the hyphy. But that'll never happen, get on some sick shit, Like fifteen in you, and one in your infant

down on the floor and he pushes my head back Onto the corner of the fridge which is total agony Then he gets up and runs out the kitchen and out of the door Shouting

You Never Give Me Your Money You only give me your paper And in the middle of negotiations you break down I never give you my number I only give my situation

The lasses shout as I go by "Donald, where's your troosers?" Let the wind blow high Let the wind blow low Through the streets in a kilt I go All the lasses shout

man, I can't understand. Another "Guy From Alabama": Playing that kind of music and eating meat, you'll never . . . Aynsley: I say . . . I say . . . Guy From Alabama: (unintelligible shouting

was the kind of party That you hope never ends The lucky party boy Surrounded by his friends And they were all in pointed hats Caught in a rebel birthday shout

I carried my pack And I lived the free life of a rover From the murrays green basin to the dusty outback I waltzed my matilda all over Then in nineteen fifteen