Come on, [Incomprehensible] wail Come on and wail, cotton tail Benny Webster, come on [Incomprehensible] Hug and blow for me That's cotton tail
翻訳: フィッツジェラルド、エラ. コットンテール.
Here comes Peter Cottontail Hoppin' down the bunny trail Hippity hoppin', Easter's on its way Bringin' every girl and boy Baskets full of Easter joy
Struggling to keep my head above water Looking back to what I used to live with Talk, you're losing site of me I'm always out to make a scene Slow down
] Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Rotten' Black Cotton
grass So watch the teams line up, shake hands, guess the games over Faggot nigga, hopped in a Liberty, fake Range Rover I'm on his tail like Sonic little
I'll have the only one there is around Uh yow, Red Ryder, this is the cotton mouth In the Psycho-Billy Cadillac come on, huh, this is the cotton mouth
Oh, well, I bought me a donkey, about four foot tall To plough my cotton in the early fall He's runnin' around, it was an awful sin I had to build a fence
ain?t real clear Is that you there? He said yeah, I was 11 Times were tough back in '35 That?s me and uncle Joe just tryin? to survive A cotton farm
back lay on bed cause this time to make the dream, the scheme, it's not for sale the come on race of rats and chasing tail cause i'm a monday killer
the garbage and scare people by slithering around in the subways and on the streets. Bunny bunny wanted a rat tail, not a bushy cotton tail. Bunny bunny
the bushland and the kangaroo Greedy men with water rights to neutralise the land When's it gonna stop I just don't understand. With cotton in their
at the canvas of life And not through the peephole of mortality Single minded mentality, gettin' over on loopholes Gettin' paid two-fold on technicalities Clickin' your heels, scared to bust how you feel Pack the steel Pickin' cotton
behind you - there's a stranger out to find you What to do? Just grab onto some Duck Tales, oo-oo! Not pony tails or cotton tails but Duck Tales, oo
If I were King of the Forest, Not queen, not duke, not prince. My regal robes of the forest, would be satin, not cotton, not chintz. I'd command each
Lion If I were King of the Forest, Not queen, not duke, not prince. My regal robes of the forest, would be satin, not cotton, not chintz. I'd command
Musta been a hunnert of 'em beatin' on a drum And then they stepped so high and they made the bugles ring We hid behind our cotton bales and didn't say
