The Pheasant Lyrics by Moes Anthill
A pheasant’s flight
Flush money into the night
Fast and fresh as a daisy
Roll the quiff cash like crazy
You’re on the run against the sun and you won
Little rooster
The peasant’s pride
Hang ‘em high and dry
Nose to tail the feathers
Sing my songs for worse or for better
Yes, you’re on the run against the sun and you won
My fancy fowl
You wore the ancient night gown
You wore the ancient night gown
Before the butcher’s knockdown you’re back in store
Say no more!
Say no more!
The pheasant’s flight
Build my nеst overnight
Warm them chicks with abandon
Pleasе your side kicks at random
You’re on the run against the sun and you won
All or none!
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Moes Anthill Lyrics – The Pheasant