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| Pete Atkin sings
Cottonmouth by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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Cottonmouth had such a way of saying things Phrases used to fly like they were wearing wings Never had to weigh a word Said the first thing that occurred And round your head the stuff he said went running rings Cottonmouth, what a brain Absolutely insane Cottonmouth would tell the girls he sighed for them He talked of all the lonely nights he cried for them Afterwards they told their men I just saw Cottonmouth again That guy's a scream, and never guessed he died for them Cottonmouth, what a brain Absolutely insane Cottonmouth packed up one day and did a fade Turned edgeways on and vanished like a razor blade Considering how people here Are downright simple and sincere It could have been the smartest move he ever made Cottonmouth, what a brain Absolutely insane | |||||
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