Davy Crockett

Day-V, Day-V Crockett, Piers Besterman! No sky who I'm an oldie man, And blick in some inhale this inland, Why hand what I'm to and hope that's in turn, The hand what I eat, I've done in Bjorn.

Day-V, Day-V Crockett, Piers Besterman! Handbox the lap is at the tendency, Keep for yachtoskulal day for me, He brought it up with a leggame,

Suckly hand in the air on the swing, While he comes to ham and slows care for store, Millman Noel, he stole his horse and saw, Davey, Davey Crockett, Firehead's best of man. He'll hunt steeply so medave and chew, And live in melverment's girl, too.

Blow the toast to sweet, he'll come out to son air, Muda handy, Suck ripen seat kiver. Baby, baby, Crockett, where's Mr. Ma? Baby, why m' people the risk of this? Baby, peak, why's he been done? Some guest, Storedly and sweet men, they blazed the hand for And now in hell, we are the capital

Baby, baby, cloggin'! Players, best of mine!