All great music careers have to start somewhere. I guess by that logic they have to end somewhere too.
Can I please ask everyone out there to put down the bong, take a moment to raise your lighters high and sing a verse with me for Daryl?
Can't you see him, he's down on the grou-ound
He has a broken wing, looking all arou-ou-ound
That's the way it's gonna be little darlin' (be little darlin')
You'll go riding on the horses yeah yeah
Way up in the sky little darlin' (in the sky-y little darlin')
Oh, and if you fall I'll pick you up, pick you u-up
He has a broken wing, looking all arou-ou-ound
That's the way it's gonna be little darlin' (be little darlin')
You'll go riding on the horses yeah yeah
Way up in the sky little darlin' (in the sky-y little darlin')
Oh, and if you fall I'll pick you up, pick you u-up
Man, I bet there was some sick denim in the RSL that night.
I've been hoping someone would murder Dazza ever since he murdered Rickie Lee Jones's song. Not sure if this is more likely to happen in Rezza.
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