your hands Well, the cool breeze came on Tuesday And the corn's a bumper crop And the fields are full of dancin' Full of singin' and romancin' The music never stopped
your hands Well the cool breeze came on Tuesday, And the corn's a bumper crop And the fields are full of dancin' Full of singin' and romancin' The music never stopped
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clap your hands Well the cool breeze came on Tuesday, And the corn's a bumper crop And the fields are full of dancin' Full of singin' and romancin' The music never stopped
right now So I got down with the git down for Illtown Figure it's the fine fanny, I miss my mammy And you could ask my uncle Randy I'm grateful for my
Never heard of him We don't want any trouble Not one of ours HARLEM WOMEN (Group 2) Not one of ours Never heard of him Don't want any trouble Not one
So I got down with the git down for Illtown. Figure it's the fine fanny, I miss my mammy. And you could ask my uncle Randy, I'm grateful for my granny
