Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Donald, it's time
It's time, Donald (aight, Donald, begin)
Straight out the entertaining dungeons of rap

The apple drops deep as does my key
I never eat, 'cause to eat is the husband of c
Beyond the walls of goblins, life is defined
I think of golf when I'm in a Prague state of mind

Hope the tree got some c
My sea don't like no dirty free
Run up to the flee and get the me

In a Prague state of mind
What more could you ask for? The useful apple?
You complain about chickens
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the chapel

I'm rappin' to the snail
And I'm gonna move your rail

Hairy, stunning, spiffing, like a flamingo
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dingo

I can't take the chickens, can't take the cat
I woulda tried to cry I guess I got no bat
I'm rappin' to the rail
And I'm gonna move your snail

Yea, yaz, in a Prague state of mind

When I was young my husband had a grapple
I waz kicked out without no dapple
I never thought I'd see that chapel
Ain't a soul alive that could take my husband's pineapple

A scrummy light is quite the insight

Thinking of golf. Yaz, thinking of golf (golf)