The Jolly Executioner The Rumjacks

the cross every half an hour With a calf skin drum and a rattle tat taa The Jolly Executioner He had a son, a drunken sailor Coulda been a Tinker, Tyke, or tailor Sailed away to far Australia To be the

Executioner Style Kool G. Rap

vest that he dress, couldn't FUCK with the Smith and Wess' Motherfuckers runnin for miles, bodies stacked up in piles I'm killin executioner style Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York A

Executioner Style Kool G Rap

vest that he dress, couldn't FUCK with the Smith and Wess' Motherfuckers runnin for miles, bodies stacked up in piles I'm killin executioner style Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York A nigga

Jolly Fling

Hey Jolly I know you want to stay Hey Jolly I know what you'll say The stars are bright and the flowers bloom And the time is now I'll walk you through Hey Jolly I know what you'll say In life time

Bless The Executioner Kaleidoscope

Bless the executioner for he knows not what he does Take the hangman into yourself, he is afraid of blood Take the soldier to the sea, let him sleep upon the sand And give the axe-man sympathy for he hates

Jolly Jolly Jill Decoy Association

基本はノリの?い私が　?加する 키혼와 노리노 와루이 와타시가 산카스루 원래 행사엔 잘 빠지는 내가 참석한 久?ドライブで皆ハイテンション　彼も?るの！ 히사비사노 도라이부데 민나 하이텐숀 카레모 쿠루노 오래간만의 드라이브에 모두들 하이텐션 그도 오는거야! 脈が今は無くとも　絶?行きますとも！ 먀쿠가 이마와 나쿠토모 젯타이 이키마스토모 지금 맥이 안 뛰더라도 꼭 ...

Jolly Jolly JiLL-Decoy association

基本はノリの?い私が　?加する 키혼와 노리노 와루이 와타시가 산카스루 원래 행사엔 잘 빠지는 내가 참석한 久?ドライブで皆ハイテンション　彼も?るの！ 히사비사노 도라이부데 민나 하이텐숀 카레모 쿠루노 오래간만의 드라이브에 모두들 하이텐션 그도 오는거야! 脈が今は無くとも　絶?行きますとも！ 먀쿠가 이마와 나쿠토모 젯타이 이키마스토모 지금 맥이 안 뛰더라도 꼭 ...

I Smell Trouble The Rumjacks

I smell trouble, its stinkin' up the streets I'm tapin' up the windows and I'm burnin' all the sheets Trouble, come walkin' through the door Like I trod in somethin' horrible and dragged o'er the floor

One Summers Day The Rumjacks

They married in the civic hall, avoiding all the rigmarole A prick of a man we liked to call 'Cock a doodled Andy' Drank a pint o' 'truth be told', called the bride a filthy moll There the party lost control

An Irish Pub Song The Rumjacks

There's a county map to go on the wall A hurling stick and a shinty ball The bric, the brac, the craic and all Lets call it an Irish pub Caffreys, Harp, Kilkenny on tap The Guinness pie and that cabbage

Big Man Down The Rumjacks

They in their black battalion go Fit to weep, dressed to kill, to the chapel on the hill Through the wind and the blistering snow Unafraid, undisguised, to put pennies in his eyes The twist of a grin,

Spit In The Street The Rumjacks

Crackles in the blisterin' heat Where all the women they dress like high priced hookers And the men all spit in the street Oh I set out this mornin' in steel capped shoes I paid a hard earned dollar for

400 Miles Away The Rumjacks

I'll ride again o'er the border, if it takes me all my days Where the sun rises through the pollution and sets her walls ablaze Gimme somethin to help with the shakin' or to kill the roarin' pain It's

A Fistful O' Roses The Rumjacks

o This old town has gone to bits, all the folk are off their tits Screamin', Hoo rah Hurry the fuck t'blazes A right parade o' fools come to stomp all o'er yer jewels Like a fistful o' half dead roses

The Black Matilda The Rumjacks

By the windy shores o Canada bay I broke my fast for Lucia's day A beguiling figure she blew my way and rattled me rovin' heart The snipers crack, the metronome of pricy heels on polished stone That I

The Terrible Sea The Rumjacks

The wind howls mournful and low o'er the hole in his heart Left a note for his Mother to say he'd be joinin' his Da' He said The Devils all pissed 'cause I danced with his daughter I were born to be hung

Kathleen The Rumjacks

A tribute from the singer to his Mother and Father When he fell to his knee she thought He mustve spied a penny at his feet And the water in his eye was just the rain Over the Glasgow city street She rifles

The Leaky Tub The Rumjacks

icy cold And they'll fight like rotten gull's to pick yer cage On the arms o' villains who'll see yer kidneys sold They'll spare condition, sex nor age And I'll curse the day a thousand shades o' blue

The Pot & Kettle The Rumjacks

An urban parable built around the famous saying 'pot calling the kettle black' One smoky day in a darkened scullery Doon by the river in a factory town Where bad things happen and the walls are drippn'

McAlpines Fusiliers The Rumjacks

As down the glen came McAlpines men with their shovels slung behind them 'Twas in the pub that they drank the sub and up in the spike you'll find them They sweated blood and they washed down mud with pints

Blows & Unkind Words The Rumjacks

Devil his work is complete We'll sing 'share the love' but we can't share the streets It's the kick in the arse it's the kiss on the cheek It's the blows and unkind words My conscience rings like a siller

Murder Shanty The Rumjacks

Relax, geez its only a tale of the passing of the seasons and the cycle of life if Nick Cave had written it youd be jerking off by now Here lie the bones o' my wayward love Have mercy on 'em God above

Patron Saint O' Thieves The Rumjacks

A Christmas song from behind the wire Auld Nick patron saint o thieves, murderers and sailors Strike these shackles from me uh huh Slide the bolt from out the door and tear down all the wire My babys growin

Fact'ry Jack The Rumjacks

Pearls of wisdom from a sparkly eyed old barfly Old Jack Drury worked at the brewery Luggin' them bottles and cans 'Til the steam age came crushed six mens jobs And Jackies two good hands So they killed

Uncle Tommy The Rumjacks

Early one November me Uncle Tommy joined the army Kitted him out for danger and ferried him o'er the sea He threw me o'er his shoulder, sang to me a dirty ditty Telling me when I were older you'll be just

Bar The Door Casey The Rumjacks

Bar the door Casey, don't let me in My shade'll not cross your dear threshold again Bar the door Casey, mind the way well And send my poor ghost on to heaven or hell We've fought scores of sailors for

Home The Rumjacks

Take me please I beg you, across the emerald sea I'm nearly dead from waiting for your hand to reach for me The day is near upon us, turning a bluish grey The air is getting warmer and it's time we hauled

WKND (Flash New Breeks) The Rumjacks

A raging tribute to the two most sacred days in any working week Sixteen straight shifts, bust a gut for bugger all 'Til the gaffer hits the bell and spits me outta hell Firin' curses at me bouncin' out

The Reaper And Tam McCorty The Rumjacks

Tam he woke tae find a shadow by the bed Blamed it on the vapors still beleaguerin' his head Scrubbed his chops and dragged an oily bug rake through his hair And wiped the mirror tae find the bogey mimickin

Jolly Roger Adam and the Ants

Jolly Roger in days of old, when ships were bold just like the men who sailed them and if they showed us disrespect we'd tie them up and flail them often men of low degree and often men of steel

'Eight Beers' Mcgee The Rumjacks

em through your tears They say a man thats born to sing Can scare away his woes And banish all his anger and his pain But the screamin' jn my head Killed the singin' in my soul And i fear i'll never recall

Les Darcy The Rumjacks

A man quizzes his local priest with a view to securing his eternal soul Tell me Father whats the craic Is Jesus really coming back And if he does d'ye think he'll live here in the 'burbs Cos id like to

Me Old Ball & Chain The Rumjacks

Right Hand me down that bottle of tequila from the shelf I'll have a beer to follow and all, here take one for yerself I've been off the piss for ten long years and I've a bloody thirst And I won't be

Mclaughlins Rant The Rumjacks

Well I've come here for the gargle, not tae cop a blast Ye great thick headit ape, I'll stick yer chin right out yer arse Come lookin' for your pound o' flesh, but I've got nothin' left Cause Christian

Zielona Gora The Rumjacks

A beautiful Polish town in Lubusz province, where Bacchus the Roman god of wine peers from every nook and crevice Hot as hell Zielona Gora crackling smile You thief o hearts where were you all the while

Green Ginger Wine The Rumjacks

will I'll cart me arse doon Surry Hills and call her out this evenin' Go on, go well, ye're no catch o' mine Yer clothes in rags, ye reek o' fags and old green ginger wine My sisters aye a leezie into the

No Pockets In A Shroud The Rumjacks

I'd bet you heads or tails if I could find a coin to toss Tho they say the coin that can't be found's the coin that cant be lost If you'd spare a coin old stranger for a pint o liquid gold I'll regale

Jolly Roger Adam & The Ants

In days of old, when ships were bold Just like the men who sailed them And if they showed us disrespect We'd tie them up and flail them Often men of low degree And often men of steel They'd make you walk

Sober & Godless The Rumjacks

I'd sing for you a song if i could carry a tune Or even put two words together for a start But I'm all at odds y'see, half the bloke I used to be A tin man without his famous heart I once sported language

Home Rule The Rumjacks

prison for not takin' up his gun Now all she has to comfort her from this day to her last Are a box of old white feathers some lumps o' brass She sings 'keep yer boys at home by fires warm and bright Let the

JOLLY MON Jimmy Buffett

Jolly Mon sang for his supper every night The people fed him well 'cause he treated them so right Of Jolly Mon sing Oh make Orion ring And they wanted him to sing on the islands near and far He

Plenty The Rumjacks

Well I'm livin' with the mistakes I've made 'plenty more where I'm from' I'm robbin' peter so Paul gets paid 'plenty more where I'm from' I've strayed so far from the open road I've been places my shadow

Them Fallen The Rumjacks

be any one of us I know you exist, for years i have said so Though my arms couldnt hold you, my heart couldnt let go Are you somewhere out there tonight still singin to me Ive been tempted to skip to the

My Time Again The Rumjacks

My Daddy he were just a boy when he walked outta school His Mammy said there'd soon be one more hungry mouth to fill He said 'the learnin' and the schoolin' wurnae bad for them that could Tho' I can read

Roll Away Alone The Rumjacks

roll away alone Oh I'll roll away, live to fight another day Oh, and I'll roll away alone I'm as sober as a Preacher with a pocket load o' pennies And I couldnae get ma hole in a barrel load o' fannies The

Pinchgut The Rumjacks

this mornin' unwashed and unfed Yer man thought I were Greek, wouldn't give me a bed And I've walked all o' Sydney wi' a heart of pure lead And a half a warm bottle of beer Tho my room lay as quiet as the

Barred For Life The Rumjacks

tearin' me down I'll leave you to yerselves, you can fight like cats and dogs And call each other sheilas, poofs and wogs Chronically unemployed, nice and tall, sorta smart and kinda pretty She likes the

Oh Sergeant Where's Mine? The Rumjacks

I'm lyin' in bed, I'm in room twenty six Thinkin' on things that I've done Like drinkin' wi' squaddies and bullin' my boots I'm countin' the medals I've won These hospital wards are such drab lookin' joints

Dead To Me The Rumjacks

were a villain o' high degree Wi a left eye made o' glass A wooden heel and a plate o' steel Mig welded tae his arse He'd carve a horn frae his Mammy's skull Tae sound his own salute And stick you with the

Jolly Holiday Julie Andrews

Ain't it glorious day Right as the morning in May I feel like I could fly Now Bert none of your laughing about Have you ever seen the grass so green Or a bluer sky Oh it's a jolly holiday with Mary Mary