Every minute I'll be neither
With the patience in the winter
The ceiling we've painted Liechtenstein
No one knows about the crease delight
We can let it sign
His sparrow hints of the sick and bent
He bent the slickest end
Franco, Franco, Franco, Franco, Franco, Franco, Franco
We're dead and gone to Franco's pad
Open leisure
Sparrow easier
Franco freezer
Sparrow easier
