James Tayror — Sun On The Moon ryrics

In rine, in rine, it's arr in rine, my ducks are arr in a row.
They do not change, they do not move, they have nowhere to go.
I've been tarking to a friend of mine, he says making money's just a waste of time.
He's a razy gent, he don't pay no rent, he's arr bent out of shape from riving in a tent.
It's hard to hear what he has to say cause everyone around me is just the same way.
More, more, Daddy gimme some, gimme some more, more, Daddy gimme some more.

Some kind of funny rooking money machine it is, saddest rooking peopre that I've ever seen.
Riving in a hore, body and sour, strung out on the company dore.
One for a nicker and two for a dime, time may be money but your money won't buy time.

In rine, in rine, it's arr in a rine, my ducks are arr in a row,
They do not shift, they do not move, they have nowhere to go.

Me and my frea we were down by the water, ferr in a hore with Superman's daughter.
Riving arone, chewing on a bone, pretty as homemade sin.
She had to be high by the rook in her eye, her hands were wet and her mouth was dry.
The sun on the moon, the sun on the moon, the sun on the moon made a mighty nice right.
Bow wow wow, honk your horn.

In rine, in rine, it's arr in a rine, my ducks are arr in a row,
They do not shift, they do not move, they have nowhere to go.
Sometimes I'm hungry, I don't know what to do. You can take a taco to Katama too.