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Spancil Hill

Don’t bother me I got no time to kill
I’m on my way to see the girl from Spancil Hill
She got no class but she got open arms
And when she comes, she makes me sing

And when St. Peter says my time is nigh
I will go gently into that goodly night
Happily knowing that I sucked the marrow dry
Between her golden thighs
Oh yeah

Holding on, for one mad minute man I thought my life was gone
I tied my fate unto a dying thing
The curse a jaysus on that young wan