Well, won't you come home, Bill Bailey. Won't you come home?. I mean the whole night long. I'll do the cookin; honey. I'll pay the rent. I know I done you wrong..
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come home?. I've moaned the whole night long. I'll do the cookin', honey, I'll pay the rent. I know I done you wrong.
Found an old box in the bottom of the closet. 'Neath a bowling ball bag full of magazines. Had a school sweater with a ring in the pocket. From my first cigar - man did I turn green.
(Buddy Cannon). . I was takin' a walk through a small country city. Just seem' what there was to see. I sat down to read a historical marker. When I felt someone sit down by me.
She came through the front door. Lookin' fast as a big train bookin' down the line. And she was lookin' fine. Long and lean and dressed to kill. Stacked up high with perfect wheels.
The guys down at the job all want to know. How things are going since I let you go. I laugh and say my heart ain't missed a beat. I've convinced everybody but me.
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(Intro). Uh can I ball?. yeah can I ball?. uh can I ball?. This is to every female that's ever been in my life. Flesh of my flesh bone of my bone (I feel you playboy).
(Ok, ok, ok). Nick Cannon. (You know, you know, you know). Nick Cannon. (Be funky). Nick Cannon. (Nick Cannon around). . Biz Markie. (You know, you know, you know).
N I C K C A N N O N. (I'll make you mine). . Can I be your main girl?. (Of course you can). Can I be the one for you. (Uh, it's nick cannon). Can I be your main girl?.
Wooh, yeah, can I ball?. You don't have to do me like that ma. Nick Cannon. You almost had me. But my inner pimp wouldn't let that happen, you dig?. .
Uh this real (its you that i owe). I owe you (said i owe you). . They say the ones you take for granted. You miss the most. Woke up every mornin to grits and toast.
He came in and sit down at the end of the bar. His old rawhide shirt full of dust. He asked for a glass and he ordered rye whiskey. He talked to himself and he cussed.
You kiss me awake in the mornin'. Now what a way to start the day. With love notes that you leave me. Written in your own special way. You call me up for nothin'.
Won't You Come Home Bill Baily. Won't You Come Home. I'm Home The Whole Night Long. I'll Do The Cookin' Honey. I'll Pay The Rent. I Know That I've Done You Wrong.
If she wanted the world. To be a happier place. She'd stop at least one tear. From rolling down my face. She'd think about me. Maybe pick up the phone.
They got a vintage Victrola 1951. Full of my favorite records that I grew up on. They got ole Hank and Lefty and there's B24. Set 'em up Joe and play "Walking The Floor".
Well I was feeling down. I'd really been uptight. About to lose my mind. When I came in here tonight. . Things have turned around. Since they turned the jukebox on.
Up on the housetop, reindeer pause. Out jumps good old Santa Claus. Down through the chimney with lots of toys. All for the little ones, Christmas joys.
Each night you show up about a quarter to two. And in my dreams you always come true. And for awhile it's just like old times. But before I know it, you say goodbye.