Hi everyone and welcome to Jupiter moon and my name is bimmy jarnes and today I will sing about your wishes and dreams you have and the first song is amazing grapes hoping I can get a girl with my wild imagination
Amazing grapes How sweet the juice How nice to grab all the wine You see I started off being a Small little grape white or red And the fact that the alcohol Might make you better off dead It still is a sweet little taste You see Jesus adds the flavour of grapes To turn water into wine And Australians love to talk to each other Breaking bread and drinking wine Then you go to wine bar And you drink the place till it’s dry I could say that wine makes me feel good But overall each grape contains the sugar You need to squeeze if all out Amazing grapes how sweet the juice It tastes ever so nice It once was a grape Now it is wine It can also be a juice for communion And it mates the wafers so nice Then you win a grand final match And squirt it over at the mob Then you say to each other Mate old mate This is one hell of a job
Thank you for listening to that song and now my next song is standing on the inside
Standing on the inside looking out Standing on the inside looking out Standing on the inside looking out Of the psych ward trying to get better I was working at the merry go round Telling all the children to have a nice day With a vision of days I was on this place Doing laps of the HDU like it was a race I was doing laps of the merry go round Hoping I can get fit from walk I do Yeah yeah yeah Standing on the inside looking out Standing on the inside looking out Standing on the inside looking out Of the psych ward trying to get better You see I dream about partying in the sky But I hear my voice saying WHY WHY WHY I run to the nurses saying the word inmates are trying to **** They turn their backs saying what a dill You see if we let you out You won’t take your meds And we will get a call from Your mum and dad And I drink a beer and say Standing on the inside looking out Standing on the inside looking out Standing on the inside looking out Of the psych ward trying to get better Trying trying trying to flaming get better Don’t go to the psych ward mate
Thank you very much and now this next song is called Sunday morning
Sunday morning It is time to get up ready for church Sunday morning But you had a big night and you are ready to spew Sunday morning You celebrated the swans winning the match Sunday morning But I was sitting in the bar and you tried to hit me with the glass mate Sunday morning You see I told you that the Christians have morals Sunday morning Telling you about taking a long time to get a cpap machine to help my sleep apnea Sunday morning I feel like making a hangover cure out of raw egg gherkin and peanut butter Sunday morning Saying you were just at the club celebrating party night in a nighty and old t shirt Sunday morning 15 million bottles of scotch to party on Saturday night Sunday morning You tell god you didn’t mean to do as you try to confess I try and party to but the next morning I feel ****