Paroles de la chanson All The Pastors Berries par
Raised in the sunlight, where do we know like to bury all this snow
Battered and upright, baby asleep like there’s nothing going on
And jingle jangle merries they love it here
And all the pastors berries are filled with beer
Once a year they’ll come for you
Pass a tear, days almost through
I’m in a headdress, my minds in a right mess the pairs are over ripe
There on the table all pretty and labelled is what we’ll have tonight
And jingle jangle merries they love it here
And all the pastors berries are filled with beer
Once a year they’ll come for you
Pass a tear, days almost through
Battered and upright, baby asleep like there’s nothing going on
And jingle jangle merries they love it here
And all the pastors berries are filled with beer
Once a year they’ll come for you
Pass a tear, days almost through
I’m in a headdress, my minds in a right mess the pairs are over ripe
There on the table all pretty and labelled is what we’ll have tonight
And jingle jangle merries they love it here
And all the pastors berries are filled with beer
Once a year they’ll come for you
Pass a tear, days almost through
It’s Christmas, merry Christmas