For the fourth day in a row, my shuffle has served up "Mull Of Kintyre." Perhaps I'm being punished for crimes against humanity committed in an earlier life.
Man get some Pogues on that thing! or you're doomed to listen to bad bagpiping
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh Mull of Kintyre
Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen Carry me back to the days I knew then Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea My desire is always to be here Oh Mull of Kintyre
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Man get some Pogues on that thing! or you're doomed to listen to bad bagpiping
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen
Carry me back to the days I knew then
Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
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