Lyrics Medieval Bush - Stephen Lynch
Come
fair
lady
to
mine
bed
we
go
And
verily
sweet
pleasures
we
shall
know
Yet
where
thy
belly
meets
thy
limb
I
beseech
thee
give
a
trim
For
thy
bush
doth
overflow
My
lady
doth
have
a
70s
muff
A
1470s
muff,
hmm?
Zounds!
It′s
as
prickly
as
a
Christmas
wreath
Think
it
might
hide
some
baby
birds
beneath
Pray
shave
it
off
to
make
a
coat
There
are
fur
balls
down
mine
throat
Short
and
curlies
twixt
my
teeth
I
sayeth
not
thy
vagina
is
hirsute
But
it
lookest
like
thou
hast
Buckwheat
in
a
leg
lock,
hmm?
But
soft
what
hair
through
yonder
girdle
grows
To
be
or
not
to
be
put
in
cornrows
Oh
it
is
beastly
and
unruly
And
it
smelleth
of
patchouli
And
that
offends
my
nose
I
sayeth
not
that
thou
art
furry
down
there
But
it
doth
resemble
Fidel
Castro
eating
a
London
broil,
hmm?
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Medieval
Bush
1 Waiting
2 Fishin' Hole
3 Dear Diary 1
4 Crazy Peanuts
5 3 Balloons
6 Dear Diary 2
7 Medieval Bush
8 A History Lesson
9 Dear Diary 3
10 You (Prettier Than)
11 The Ballad of Scarface
12 America
13 Dear Diary 4
14 Hallelujah
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