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"007 (Shanty Town)" (MP3)
Dem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wiener
Shanty Town
Dem a loot, dem a shoot, dem a wail
A Shanty Town.
"007 (Shanty Town)" (MP3)
Oh Oh We're Savin'
Oh Oh We're Savin'
An Ocean We Live In
0-0-7,
0-0-7
At ocean eleven
'Darlin', she said, 'I was years to receive.'
'Darlin', she said, 'I was yours to be seen'.
After a spell there must be a parlor
Touch me in the bum, you sound your alarm
After a storm there must be a calm
You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Ah well, I get up in the morning, paving for breakfast.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, Sir.
Ah, misery life
Poor me, the Israelite.
Darling, Cheese Head, you're far too greasy!
Poor, poor the Israelites, ahh
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen.
Poor me, the Israelite. Aah.
Don't want to end up like Funny Eyed Clyde.
Don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
Get up in the morning saving for bris, so that every mouth can be fed.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, Sir.
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So the savory mouth can be fed
Oh-oh, the Israelites.
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir.
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me, the Israelite.
Get up in the morning thinking of breakfast.
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir.
Get up in the morning, ache in me head, sir
Taste in me mouth like a parrot that's dead
Ooh, ooh, me ears are alight.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me, the Israelite.
Get up in the morning, baked beans for breakfast.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, Sir.
Get up in the morning, baked beans for breakfast
Sold out to every monk and beefhead
Oooooooh, me ears are alight!
Why find me kids, they buck up and a-leave me
Darling cheese head I was yards too greasy
Oooooooh! Me ears are alight!
or
Get up in the morning, baked beans for breakfast
Sold out to every monk and beefhead
Oooooooh, me ears are alight!
Why find me kids, they buck up and a-leave me
'Darling', she said, 'I was yours to receive'
Oooooooh! Me ears are alight.
Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor, poor me-Israelite.
My wife and ma kids dem pack up an' a leave me
'Darlin', she said, 'I was yours to be seen'
Poor, poor me-Israelite.
Get up in the morning, saliva for breakfast.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, Sir.
Get up in the morning, salvos for breakfast
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
Get up in the morning, same sh*t for breakfast
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
Get up in the morning, same thing for breakfast
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
Get up in the morning, save me for breakfast.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, Sir.
Get up in the morning, slaving for breakfast.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, Sir.
Get up in the morning, slaving for oppressor.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, Sir.
Get up in the morning, sleep in till breakfast
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir.
Get up in the morning, sleeping for bread, sir
Sold out to every monk and beef-head
Oh-oh, me ears are alight
Why find my kids? They buck up and a-leave me
Darling cheese head, I was yards too greasy
Oh-oh, Me ears are alight.
Gets up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Oh-oh, me Israelites
Wife and my kids, they pack up and a-leave me
Darling, she said, 'I was yours to receive'
Oh-oh, me Israelites.
Get up in the morning,
same thing for breakfast
Get up in the morning,
slaving for bread, sir
Get up in the morning
Sleeping bread, sir.
Get up in the morning
Slaving for bread, sir.
Get up the morning, saving for breast, er
So every mouth can beef head
Oooooeerrrr, me ears is a lie.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me, the Israelite.
Gets up in the morning
Same thing for breakfast.
Gets up in the morning
Slaving for bread, sir.
Gets up in the morning
Same thing for breakfast.
Gets up in the morning
Slaving for bread, sir.
Ghetto in dah mornin' slavin' for breasts-ah.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir.
I don't want to be a black bunny and hide...
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde...
"Israelites"
I get up in the morning, thinking of breakfast.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir.
It's a miserable life.
Poor me, the Israelite.
My wife and my kids and the porcupine all leave me,
'Darling', she said, 'I have Covid-19'
My wife and my kids they pack up and a-leave me
'Darling,' she said. 'I was yours to receive.'
My wife and my kids they f*ck off and a-leave me
My wife and kids they pack up and a-leave me
My wife and my kids they pack a pan of lean meat
Darling she said I was just too greasy.
My wife and my kids they pack up and a-leave me
'Darling,' she said. 'I was yours to receive.'
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh - My ears are alight!
Poor, Poor, Poor , Poor, me Israelite.
It FITS so well ........
Oh, oh, me ears are alight
Poor, Poor me Israelites
Oh, oh, my gizzard and I
Poor, poor me Israelites.
Oh, oh, oh is there a light?
Poor me, the Israelite.
Ohh oo my misery life
Poor me, the Israelites.
Ohhhh me ears are alight
Poor me, the Israelite.
Ooh, me ears are alight, Sir.
Poor me, the Israelite.
Oooh, ee, misery life.
Poor me, the Israelites.
Poor me, my ears are alight!
Poor me, the Israelite.
Poor me, my ears are all right.
Poor me, the Israelite.
The Israelizer
The Israelites, uhh.
These red eyes
or
My ears are alight
or
The kids are alive
The Israelites
Wake up every morning, good god, Miss Moh-olly
Wubba-wubba, ooooh
Ohhhhh, the hills are alive.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me, the Israelite.
Wake up in the mornin', same thing for breakfast.
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir.
Wake up in the morning, begging for breakfast.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir.
Wake up in the morning, workin' and breast fed.
Soldered every mouse and beef head.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, Sir.
So that every mouth can be fed.
Wake up in the morning,
same thing for breakfast
Wake up in the morning,
slaving for bread, sir
Wake up in the morning
Baked beans for breakfast
Wake up in the morning
Slaving for bread, sir
Why find my kids? They f*** off and a-leave me.
Wife and my kids, they pack up and a-leave me.
You took my teardrops, the houses are gone
I don't want to end up like Bunny and Clive
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers is gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
You touch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
You catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
You think I never see you when you poop over de wall
You think I never see you when you jump over de wall