[Lyric] The Pheasant (Moes Anthill)

A pheasant’s flight
Flush money into the night
Fast and fresh as a daisy
Roll the quiff cash like crazy

You’re on the run against the sun and you won
Little rooster

The peasant’s pride
Hang ‘em high and dry
Nose to tail the feathers
Sing my songs for worse or for better

Yes, you’re on the run against the sun and you won
My fancy fowl

You wore the ancient night gown
You wore the ancient night gown
Before the butcher’s knockdown you’re back in store

Say no more!
Say no more!
The pheasant’s flight
Build my nеst overnight
Warm them chicks with abandon
Pleasе your side kicks at random

You’re on the run against the sun and you won
All or none!