Lyrics to Cockle

andy m. stewart - tibbie fowler o' the glen
her twenty heid aroon' the door, there's ower mony wooin' at her she's got pendles in her lugs, aye cockle shells would set her better high-heeled sheen wi' siller tags and a' the lads are wooin' at her be

carter the unstoppable sex machine - prince in a paupers grave
he memory of a prince in a paupers grave johnny drinks, johnny drinks johnny drinks johnnie walker cockle s his muscles alive alive, 'o smashes his bottles of unholy water and it's go, johnny go, johnny go,

common - breaker 1/9
sis i gotta put an end to this, balder gash, eee haul ass and don't come knockin' my door, with the cockle doodle doo i'm talkin' the his and his and hers, three's company too so step to the step to the rea

common sense - breaker 1/9
sis i gotta put an end to this, baldergash, eee haul ass and don't come knockin my door, with the cockle -doodle-doo i'm talkin the his and his and hers, three's company too so step to the step to the re

the coral - milkwood blues
many sad songs bible black and captain cat keeps the world inside his hat with deep dry wells and cockle d shells he holds his wife beneath his paws ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four and three, two

danielson - bloodbook on the halfshell
ide where we hide vacation's a lot of work but here we are with ringing bells and floating on this cockle shell my pal grins, hugs the wind and sighs we realize with our blank minds aside only to see the m

denis leary - asshole
our american hearts beat down in the bottom of our chests about the special feeling we get in the cockle s of our hearts maybe below the

dennis leary - asshole
our american hearts beat down in the bottom of our chests about the special feeling we get in the cockle s of our hearts maybe below the

dennis leary - downtrodden song
a song about the american dream. about me. about you. the way our american h feeling we get in the cockle s of our hearts, maybe below the

dennis leary - i'm an asshole
our american hearts beat down in the bottom of our chests, about the special feeling we get in the cockle s of our hearts, maybe below the

divine comedy - a seafood song
elks, whale and whitingseaweed, swordfish, sardines and sea urchinhaddock, halibut, herrings and eel cockle s, mussels, mackerel, geelpilchard, plankton, st peter's fish and plaiceoctopussy jellyfishyand dolp

dr. feelgood - walking the dog
on c'mon now tell me mary, what's your twelve how does your garden grow what with silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row walking the dog i'm just a walking the dog if you don't know

electrosy - angel (beautiful insane)
u miss me, she said, and it's true please believe me oh i do all my angels, with silver rings and cockle shells you miss me, i said, and it's true there's no one else you and it's true, there's no one

elephant man - egyptian dance
i rackle cau mi know it woulda bigga than di middle east battle roll yuh belly mi gal rise up mi cockle breast stiff like a pyramid mi waan a yuh mi waan hackle bubble like engine a tackle, humm chor

eva cassidy - waly, waly
when cockle shells turn into silvery bells, then will my love return to me. when roses grow in the wintery snow

jethro tull - up the `pool
ly press will look around and blame the mess on edward bear. there'll be bucket, spades and bingo, cockle s, mussels, rainy days, seaweed and sand castles, icy waves. deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests

marianne faithfull - how should i your true love know
the grass-green turfat his head a stone.how should i your true love knowfrom the other one ?by his cockle hat and staffand his sandal shoon.

mississippi john hurt - richland woman blues
daddy, come blowin' you horn if you come too late, sweet mama will be gone the red rooster said, " cockle doodle do do" the richards woman said, "any dude will do" hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you

pink floyd - opel
the pebble that stood alone and driftwood lies half buried warm shallow waters sweep shells so the cockle s shine... a bare winding carcass, stark shimmers as flies scoop up meat, an empty way... dry tears