Alright you bums, listen up. Sun tan oil don't go good with a three piece suit. You know makes it all oily and stoopid lookin' hu hu. . Alright all you swing cats.
If I had all of the cameras in the world. Could I be sure I would be beautiful?. . In that frame of mind. And I, I wanna be beautiful like I was then.
Don't take your love away from me. Don't you leave my heart in misery. If you go then I'll be blue. 'Cause breaking up is hard to do. . Remember when you held me tight.
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way. He had a boogie style that no one else could play. He was the top man at his craft. But then his number came up then he was gone with the draft.
Boogie Woogie (Bugle Boy Of Company B). . He was a famous trumpet man from out chicago way.. He had a boogie style that no one else could play.. He was the top man at his craft,.
Of all the boys I've known and I've known some. Before I first met you I was lonesome. But then you came in sight, my heart grew light. And this whole world seemed new to me.
In the name of the Devil you play in the woods. You rely on your image because your music's no good. Nailbats and corpsepaint - the tricks of your trade.
Barbecue. Shop barbecue. Party shop barbecue. . Car wash jumping, wheels they shinning up. Everybody dressed up looking good. Grab my shades so the sun don't blind me, no.
Butch The Gay Santa Claus, filled with Christmas cheer. Butch The Gay Santa Claus, his beard tickles your ear. All the children at the mall wait for their surprise.
I was taught to always be nice so I open doors on impulse. Always make room on the sidewalk though I notice no one else does. They just plow through knocking you down.
Vient le nuage. Un soir de demi-brume. Les cafs gonflent de fume. Le petit homme qui chante. Dans le verre de bire. Du plus bel abandon. Devant soi soudain.
The the cloud. Shall come. A misty evening. With the cafes swelling with smoke. Little man sings into. His glass of beer. Of the most beautiful loss. In front of him.
I was sittin' by the bank on a hollow stump. When I thought I heard me a bullfrog jump. Turned around and sure enough there. he sat. He said excuse me, buddy, but I've been.
Bobby:. Just listen to the Bob White. He never could sing right.. . Johnny:. You should hip him to the latest sound. And the talk that's goin' 'round..
Ah, be mad, little girl, but not at me. Be mad, little girl, but try to see. That I cant let you stay a minute more. Although you know that I adore you so.
I was born in Chicago in 1941. I was born in Chicago in 1941. Well, my father told me. "Son, you had better get a gun". . Well, my first friend went down when I was seventeen years old.
Blues, why you worry me. Why do you stay so long. You came to me yesterday. and you stayed the whole night long. . I will listen to my people. My friends and nobody else.
Open up the sky. 'Cause I'm coming up to you. So send down your wings. And let 'em bring me to you. . You know I'm standing at the station, ready to go.