Lyrics:
equipment
And supplies for the federal government some
Of their shipments were made on
Government bills of lading others were made
On commercial bills
Just old Rambling Bill, just old Rambling Bill
Some day I might get married and, baby, I might settle down
I ain't got no home, I'm here all
パレットですかコンテナですかなんのことですか?
Bill of lading／Arrival notice
なんで英語なん え?
平日 眠気にムチ
よう知らんのに足びっちゃびっちゃ
輸入手続きは何? 分かんないのに?
貨物が来てしまう日取りが決まってる
Delivery order これ無いと貨物引き取れない
え?
Just old Rambling Bill, just old Rambling Bill
Some day I might get married and, baby, I might settle down
I ain't got no home, I'm here all
Bill McCall", he said
"Gonna pick and sing a song or two
You all listen till I'm through"
And if you're at the house or in your car
Tune in this
Well some people said it was cocaine
Well people claim it was gin
Well I know the girl and the dwell house man
That done my brother in
They put
skin, once
Once again they call me Buffalo Bill
Buffalo Bill, Buffa-Buffalo Bill
Skin 'em up, hem 'em, sew 'em up in those kilts
Up in those kilts,
The paint is peelin' off of the ceils
The mailbox is full of bills
And it's no mansion on the hill but
This is the house where love lives
There's a little
Rebekah rode up on the afternoon train, it was sunny
Her saltbox house on the coast took her mind off St. Louis
Bill was the heir to the Standard
felt like playin' house before
But baby, now I do
I'll pay the bills if you'll provide the thrills
'Cause I wanna play house with you
Bought
the bills
And I get miffed
At the damn polyester fills
The interior is a prison unconscious
The interior is a prison unconscious
My new house
You
the bills
And I get miffed
At the damn polyester fills
The interior is a prison unconscious
The interior is a prison unconscious
My new house
You
the bills
And I get miffed
At the damn polyester fills
The interior is a prison unconscious
The interior is a prison unconscious
My new house
You
you'll never come to any parties at my house
My house
And if you go on like this the only house you'll ever visit is the nut house
Nut house
Well
everybody in town.
I've got bill collectors callin' me up
And lawyers tryin' to track me down.
I'm just one wrong move from the poor house,
But I don't
Some of us need to gather
And others gonna have to kill
With everybody so preoccupied
Who's gonna pay the bills?
If anybody finds a flame
You
and I don't bother things I won't
Cause we're playing house away from home
We're playing house away from home our names and faces are unknown
Everyone
the simple life
He lives in a house
A very big house in the country
Watchin' afternoon repeats
And the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner
Well, the whole town listened to the radio
For the Smiling Bill McCall Show
Everyone in Nashville
Was listenin' to Bill
I don't want to be layin' in
the house on the hill
Yes we will from the man on the hill
Ploughin' time is over
Still the fields are bare
How we gonna make a livin'
With twenty
the simple life
He lives in a house
A very big house in the country
Watchin' afternoon repeats
And the food he eats in the country
He takes all manner
by none
The others act in fact ya just wack I kill
why?
because its fun my son and Run heads the bill!
Who's house?
Run's house!
Who's house?
Run's
I want a house with a pool
Shorter hours in school
And a room with my own private phone
I wanna stay up all night
See the big city lights
No
the beach house in Miami
Banks know me, so I could give a damn about the Grammies
[R. Kelly]
The dollar bill
Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all,
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