Inkubus Sukkubus - Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves Lyrics

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Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves

Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves By Inkubus Sukkubus?
I was wooed in the wagon of a Massey F'son
My daddy used to holler and the fella he'd run Brother did whatever he could Drink a jar of Jasper's Bag a brace of rabbits with stone and wood Gypsies, tramps and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us Gypsies, tramps and thieves When late at night all the bikers came around We send 'em back to town There once was a bloke who owned a Capri Sideburns and flares, he was learning Tai Chi Said he'd take me to a sacred land I was young and restless Got as far as Weston and passed out on the sand Gypsies, tramps and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us Gypsies, tramps and thieves When late at night all the men would come around And get our trolleys down That long summer was a whirl of madness on the wild Weston shore We played bingo and the one-armed bandits And I'm sure he took me for a whore I really should have shown him the door She was born in the wagon of a Massey F'son I began to holler and the fella he ran I just did whatever I could Drank a jar of Jasper's Probably much more than a mother should |
Who Wrote Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves By Inkubus Sukkubus?
Bob Stone
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What's The Duration Of The Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves By Inkubus Sukkubus?The duration of Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves is 3:17 minutes and seconds. |
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