Knights of the Occasional Table - Don Cage Blancmange Lyrics

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Don Cage Blancmange

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What Are The Lyrics For Don Cage Blancmange By Knights of the Occasional Table?
Everyone knows she's a ramblin' rose
She's a beauty growin' wild! Birds in their nest seem to whistle their best For mother nature's favourite child! She's got the kind of affection That just winds around your heart! You better run for protection Or she might upset your flower cart! I hate to disclose that ma ramblin' rose Is gonna meet her Waterloo! I let her play but she can't get away 'Cause I know just what to do! Anyone knows you can train a rose To be a clingin' vine! So, from this day hence, there'll be a picket fence 'Round that ramblin' rose of mine! Now, everyone knows she's a ramblin' rose She's a beauty growin' wild! Birds in their nest seem to whistle their best For mamma nature's favorite child! She's got the kind of affection That just winds around your heart! You'd better run for protection Or she might upset your flower cart! I hate to disclose that ma ramblin' rose Is gonna meet her Waterloo! I let her play but she can't get away 'Cause I know just what to do! Anyone knows you can train a rose To be a clingin' vine! So, from this day hence, there'll be a picket fence 'Round that ramblin' rose of mine! |
Who Wrote Don Cage Blancmange By Knights of the Occasional Table?
Fred B. Burch, Marijohn Wilkin
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What's The Duration Of The Don Cage Blancmange By Knights of the Occasional Table?The duration of Don Cage Blancmange is 6:13 minutes and seconds. |
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