[Intro]
*Sounds of chopping wood and horses pulling a sleigh*
[Verse 1]
When the sleigh is heavy
And the timber wolves are getting bold
You look at your companions and test
The water of their friendship, with your toe
And they significantly edge
Closer to the gold
Each man has his price, Bob
And yours was pretty low
[Verse 2]
Now history is short
And the sun is just a minor star
The poor man sells his kidneys
In some colonial bazaar
Que sera sera
Is that your new Ferrari car?
Yes!
But I think I'll wait for the F50
[Chorus]
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn my eyes
Muslim or Christian, Mullah or Pope
Preacher or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they'll fuck it up
*Sounds of chopping wood and horses pulling a sleigh*
[Verse 1]
When the sleigh is heavy
And the timber wolves are getting bold
You look at your companions and test
The water of their friendship, with your toe
And they significantly edge
Closer to the gold
Each man has his price, Bob
And yours was pretty low
[Verse 2]
Now history is short
And the sun is just a minor star
The poor man sells his kidneys
In some colonial bazaar
Que sera sera
Is that your new Ferrari car?
Yes!
But I think I'll wait for the F50
[Chorus]
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn my eyes
Muslim or Christian, Mullah or Pope
Preacher or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they'll fuck it up
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