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Oh pastry!
It’s such a lonely word
everyone sucks the fruit

I can finally find some brine
to synthesise
I see your pretty face and I tell lie


Oh! pastry
it’s such a lonely word
everyone sucks the fruit

Oh! Pastry!
It’s hard to munch through
I’ve’n’t got a stone from you

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Billy Joel - Honesty

Saucepan shines
Saucepan shines
Saucepan shines

[cross fades]


I believe in pan
I believe in pan

You and me,
Completely lost in cucumbers
We went to the moon
to see saucepans

Nothing restored

I believe in pan
I believe in pan
I believe in pan

Now look at you
can't see that stale bread
floating around

I believe in pan
I believe in pan
I believe in pan


Yes I DOOOOOOOO

[trumpets]


wedding day
sweet sweet sauce drips
and my pan comin’ thorugh

love will see us lard!

I believe in pan
I believe in pan
Darling, I believe in pan
I believe in pan
I believe in pan
I believe in pan
I believe in pan





OH YEAHHHH!


I believe in pan
I believe in pan
Oh darling! I believe in pan
I believe in pan
I believe in pan
I believe in pan


OHHH YEAHH YES I DO

I believe in pan
I believe in pan
I believe in pan
I believe in pan
I believe in pan
I believe in paaaaaaan!

I believe in pan
I believe in pan
I believe in pan

[crossfades]


#guitar riffs

went through swimming
lady salmona
makes my cucumber wet
I’ve got nothing to do but...



lady salmona
flies like a saucepana
over the hill and through its shadow
no one calms me
Bierwurst is here
lady salmona
she shed down her tears

I'll live in peas….

Antibiotics are wonderful things
Don't ever think they’ll cure all of your ills
Someone's got a flu from cuddling pebbles
woe a day!
woe a day!
I've got saucepans hidden under the bush
Ye ain't gonna blush
because lurking really is lurking

a back-handed compliment (unconsciously, no doubt) to the unfortunate deceased lord and master:—“Maria Brown, the wife of Timothy Brown, aged 80 years. She lived with her husband 50 years, and died in the confident hope of a better life”

Won’t you flying like saucepans in LA
Watching the half lard and slip away

[instrumental]


you get it!
>>don’t worry

saucepan on me shoulders

whisperers all gone
im all here that you cant hear

stand and join
the pan

tryin to see it fly!


Won’t you flying like saucepans in LA
Watching the half lard and slip away





Marc Jordan – Lost in the Hurrah

I’m all over it now
And I can’t say how gay I am about that
I’m all over it now
cause my sausage has expanded and flied
There’s a change in the temp and I cried
There is soup in the moon that will fly


No I won’t come back
No I won’t come back
No I won’t come back


I’m all over it now


I’m all over it now




Jamie Cullum – I’m All Over It

Let there be saucepans
Let they shine like the sun
Let there be saucepans
everybody’s got to…
everybody’s got to have some bun


Let there be saucepans
Let they shine like the sun
Let there be saucepans


everybody’s got to…
everybody’s got to have some b-ah-uh-un
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Original:
“let there be music, let it shine like the sun”

Oh my LARD!
I break my pan
and airfryer is about to float!
Na na na na na
na na na neh na

to float really is to floooaatt!
I stepped on cake
now the breeze has vanished!

The deep dark hole
is about to engulf itseeelflfff!

>>Everyone sing it, sing it to the lard
>>Everyone sing it, sing it to the lard

It is daybreak
the only time will be
daybreak!
let it shine shine shine shine all around my pan!

>>sing it sing it to the lard
>>sing it, sing it