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Correct Bushels Lyrics
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Correct Bushels
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Oh when he stumbled to his wares He stumbled to his wares Oh like a peddler who awoke in the fourth course of the night Oh when he stumbled to his wares He said I'll sell you in the morning Though the night sails in the mourning With its Quotas and its Bales He called his sister, he called his brother He skipped his father, he scorned his mother He was what the Poor call the Maimed You don't dime dime dime dime, you don't stain, you don't eulogise dirt plains Though there's a colony in song And though he had lots, lots to do He pulled the flies off of their wings To give the birch birch birch birch back his spring Oh, and though he had Lots to do, he pulled the flies off of their wings Oh to give the birch birch birch birch back his spring Oh with his ankle width and with his collar width And with the blessed forms of blessed bliss And the motorcade with the alter-cade With the steely men with the steely shades Dear I am proud of your gains Oh with his ankle width and with his collar width And with the blessed forms of blessed bliss And the motorcade with the alter-cade With the steely men with the steely shades I am part of your gates And though he had lots, lots to do He pulled the flies off of their wings To give the birch birch birch back his spring The wheat's got to last London, you're cold, but the wheat's got to last And when am I ever going to feel the sting of your sun? I was a singer and I sang in your home
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