Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out I got lots of gwalla
road Baby get ready get set please don?t go [Billy]: Don't go [Miley]: Let me go now im ready [Billy]: Mmmm Don't go [Miley]: I?ll be alright
in her eyes The prize is hers to win She's waitin' on my blessings before she hits that open road Baby get ready Get set Please Don't go Don't go Don't go
mine to win She's waitin' on my blessings Before she hits that open road But baby get ready, get set, please don't go Don't go, don't go now Mmm don't go
girl next door no more" she put her hands upon my face said "on your mark, get ready, set, go" this'll be our little special place lets go find out
done. Researchers search for a cure. It's too late for her. She's already gone. Such damage has it done! The sirens echo. Get set, ready, and go. They
I want to tell you about her she's a beautiful gecko she's crawling out on the counter when I say Ready Set Go say ready set go say ready set go O! beautiful
Die, mother fucker die I want to see you cry And then I'll watch you die I want to hurt you, torture and desert you Take a hot poker and stick it where
hits that open road Baby get ready (MILEY:) Oh oh oh (BILLY RAY:) Get set, please don?t go Don?t go (MILEY:) Lemme go now I?m ready (BILLY RAY:) Hmmmm Dont go
Roll up lads there's work to be had, and it's aboard the fast train to hell. The railway line is heading north, for those doing time or a soul to sell
The cold wind blows from the sea, and the harbour lights watch the old routine. I wouldn't be anywhere else, than in this town with you my friend.
Ten thousand men, they are bleeding once again, on the coalfields of Rothbury Town For the Government to say, a reduction in your pay, or we shall
Mademoiselle from Armentieres, how two short months turned to two long years. We drank our trouble in wine and songs, the tune that says this war will
It's a tale of the Fifty Four, a tale of a time gone by. Of a Merchant's declaration, and the blood red run setting in the sky. It's the tale of a people
There's gonna be a new race, and the kids are gonna start it up. We're all gonna mutate, and the kids are saying yeah hup. Yeah hup. They're really
Eight months on a stormy sea, this is the tale of a mutiny Of a merchant and soldiers, of treasure and gold Of a captain and crew, whose loyalty sold
They came with the salvation eyes and a palpable taste for freedom From years of famine and occupation To welfare lines and indignation So give us this
