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Brian. The babe they called 'Brian',. He grew,. Grew, grew, and grew--. Grew up to be-- grew up to be. A boy called 'Brian'--. A boy called 'Brian'. He had arms. And legs. And hands. And
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Brian. The babe they called 'Brian',. He grew,. Grew, grew, and grew--. Grew up to be-- grew up to be. A boy called 'Brian'--. A boy called 'Brian'. He had arms. And legs. And hands. And
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This is an instumental song with a few lines sung by brian and his wife julie.
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Oh, the people would come from far away. They'd dance all night till the break of day. When the caller hollered do-si-do. You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go Late in the evening about sundown
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Woo, are we movin' too slow?. Have you seen us, uncle Remus?. We look pretty sharp in these clothes, yes, we do. Unless we get sprayed with a hose It ain't bad in the day if they squirt it your
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Oh yeah. Just for the record let's get the story straight. Me and Uncle Tom were fishing it was getting pretty late. Out on a cypress limb above the wishin' well. Where they say it got no bottom
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you'd call Uncle. They'd like to sink their teeth into you. For the pride and the pleasure. And the privilege of having you If I say, you're the one, do you think that I'm serious?. You get that kind
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demanding his rights. Down there in the dungeon, counting in a pod. His parole was out-of-sight, yeah (They framed him Yes they framed him). Three Cheers For Uncle George. (They framed him Yes they framed
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Brian Boru Anniversay 2014 Brian Boru, one of the greatest and coolest high kings of ireland, will have his 1000 year anniversary on Good Friday in 2014 and we're having a party to cheer him on his
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Brian Boru Anniversay 2014 Brian Boru, one of the greatest and coolest high kings of ireland, will have his 1000 year anniversary on Good Friday in 2014 and we're having a party to cheer him on his
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He's your uncle, not your dad. He's the best friend you ever had. So, come on, dig, dig, dig in until it hurts. Just remember Pearl Harbor The Alamos and nothing could be worse He's your favorite
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Song Smoke - Brian Fallon. And I lost my mind in the middle of Toronto, I was. Spending nights at home full throttle, I was. Breakin' your heart. Breakin' my heart, revenge. And I feel just like I
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Song Painkillers - Brian Fallon. Feel you move through this crowded room. And I catch myself like a spell fallen under you. I've been here before. Watching the wheels go round. Everybody that I've
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Uncle John's band playing to the tide. Come on along or go alone,. He's come to take his children home. . It's the same story the crow told me. It's the only one he knows. Like the morning sun you
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Time 258 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap. Producer brian wilson/russ titelman. Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios. Brian wilson/eugene landy I
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he flew to baghdad. In his magical armchair. With cigarettes and six pack. Yeah, he just got back. The spit's flying everywhere. Hey hey hey hey. . Chorus. Your uncle walter's going on and on
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Intro Shaggy. Sexy, hot!. I love your style girl,. put it on me. Brian and Tony Gold let the ladies know,. they got it goin on. Uh! Shaggy!! Chorus Brian And Tony Gold (Shaggy). Hey sexy lady
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Song Rosemary - Brian Fallon. I heard you say you don't feel right. Somethin' must've changed inside. She said, I still love the bands . and the boy down the street. But everybody else gives me the
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Song Steve Mcqueen - Brian Fallon. I could take my time and I can speed you up. I could pull you in, you can't get enough. Let's go slip-sliding in my veins. Cause this life is only chains. It's
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Song Nobody Wins - Brian Fallon. Skin and bones, you never did come home. Crashing on my heart through the telephone. I remember the tall grass waving. In past lives, old poems. I must have lived a
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Bài hát Introvert - Rich Brian, Joji. Chorus Joji. Every time I go closer to the road, leavin' my light. I just wanna know why I'm feelin' so lonely at night. It's my fault, it's my life, I'm so cold
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Strikes the bell for 5 o'clock, uncle arthur closes shop. Screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up. Climbs across his bike and he's away. Cycles past the gasworks
