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    The Ballad Of William Stout

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    Come hither all ye brave and well tell you a tale
    Of a fat pommy boy called William
    Dreamt one night of a far-away place
    A wise man with a sun-dried face
    A long time ago in Africa
    There lived a mystical, magical wilderyak
    There was darkness in the land, and we thought it was slain
    Its your destiny to ease our pain
    So he sailed his bathtub across the sea
    To the land of the lion and zucchini
    Shipwrecked off the coast of Tunisia
    He had to trade his pants for food (how rude!)
    Naked he trekked through the deep dark bush
    Pursued by the jackal, hyena and such
    Morale was down, tears on his chest
    For he feared he had failed his quest
    Searching and searching, I hope I will find
    This yak is the beast of my dreams
    Visions oh visions these stories in mind
    I hope i will find it this year
    This year i will find him
    Backwards he went down the road the hed travelled
    Over deserts and valleys, mountains and seas
    Threw in the towel, turning back home
    But a rustle in the bushes so he froze!
    Could it be the yak he sought?
    For bounding through the bushes a beast came forth
    A wondrous sight, a splendour to behold
    The trees parted and a cow approached!
    Searching and searching I think I have found
    The beast of my dreams is a cow
    Weary so weary, it all seems futile
    Perhaps the old man was senile!
    As he entered the village, knew the time was near
    Sweat poured down as he cowered with fear
    He led the beast forth, thinking hed failed
    For surely they werent fools and the truth would prevail
    Descended on the village, the crickets chirped
    Shocked looks as they beheld his lowly offering
    The tribesman smiled, a??my son, youve done us prouda??
    And this is where our story ends!
    [ The Ballad Of William Stout Lyrics ]
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