The Boy with the Gun
Baby, please stop messin' round
You're messin' round all the time
Baby, please stop messin' round
You're messin' round all the time
Now, if you don't stop messin' round
You'll be somebody's baby 'stead of mine, yeah
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I want you to squeeze a me, baby, 'til my face turns cherry red
You roll me so hard, baby, I'm fallin' out of bed, now
Please stop messin' round,
Messin' round all the time
And if you don't stop messin' round
Be somebody's baby instead of mine
All I Want for Christmas is a Dukla Prague Away Kit
Arthur Askee and Dougie Dougie's Beetle
Went down to the Animal Farm.
Dug in for the poor,
They heard stories from the war.
And explaimed about the boil on his bum!
Napoleon, very pink, offerred both of them a drink,
And a drink and a drink and a drink.
Come the {? RN ?} four, there were lemons to be sure,
Not one of them had even had a wink,
Of sleep.
Everybody sang as loud as they could,
"Two legs bad, but four legs good!"
This made the boys feel pretty impressed.
{? K. Winding film ?}, it was "Ay! Ay! At the Helm",
While Dougie Beetle's wrapped among the ruins.
After {? only dodging ?} limbs and {? the Oil of Murphy ?} hymns
And a sale for some second-hand boots.
Years passed by, it got crazy in the sty.
It was stupid, it was total apathy!
Everybody asked around
As the Beast of Eeling Sound,
Had been ruined by a busy busy bee!
And shouts were heard from the East to the West,
"Four legs good, but no legs best!"
Invalidity reigned supreme.
And shouts were heard from the East to the West,
"Four legs good, but no legs best!"
{? Frog-time ?} visit to another regime.