Lyrics O.F.Y.C. Showcase - The Fall

O.F.Y.C. Showcase

There goes old Giles
There goes merry Archibald
There goes old Yeats, there
There goes that Yankee who gets
Ex-pats to go on
In fact, the Earl Holmes
Would run to the holy duke
And A denning in the 30's
Ex-pats!
Your future, our clutter
Your future, our clutter
Our future, your clutter
Toxic, I’ll blend
Talk, complaint
Make your land
A showcase of Fall talent
Of water
Your future, our clutter
Your future, our clutter
There goes what’s been done
Completes what’s been done
Back and around, ink you lot
Our future, your clutter
I am your future
Sit up!
A showcase of talent
Of water, of waterfall
Ah-ahh-ah-ah-ahhh
Our future, your clutter
Our future, your clutter
Center for plain folk
Must be born
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