I'm hanging round the airport. I'm waiting for the plane. Mm, something sweet and sticky. Mm, runnin' down my hand. . Popsicle of love. Gimme, gimme, gimme one of those.
Mr. Jones. Put a wiggle in your stride. Loosen up. I believe he'll be all right. He's changing clothes. Now he's got ventilated slacks. Bouncing off the walls.
All the way home from baltimore. We couldn't find a seat. Conductor says he's sorry for. The blisters on our feet. Comes a-riding in a bus. The high and the low.
I have tried marijuana I get nervous every time. There will come a knockin' at the door. Why is everybody makin' eyes at me?. I don't want to know. . Excuse and pardon me.
Gangster of love. Gangster of love. . You with the cocktail in your hand. You in your red Mercedes-Benz. Goin' in one ear and out the other. Cover up the pain with laughter, baby.
Day by day. Whistle while you work. Our backs are breaking. Up from hollow earth. From end to end. The noise begins. In the human battle stations. And the big one's coming in.
Bill was a man. Who grew too big. It didn't matter what he did. The girls would always run away. When everybody laughs at you. It can be humiliating. .
She had such tiny tears. Just like a Barbie doll. She likes to shop at Sears. And visit shopping malls. Now she's a big mamma. Tell poppa. Cry, cry, cry, cry.
Oh, to be Prince Caspian afloat upon the waves. Oh, to be Prince Caspian afloat upon the waves. Oh, to be Prince Caspian afloat upon the waves. Oh, to be Prince Caspian,.
Boy. Man. God. Shit. . Wash Uffizi, drive me to Firenze. Wash Uffizi, drive me to Firenze. Wash Uffizi, drive me to Firenze. Wash Uffizi, drive me to Firenze.
Colonel Forbin stared up at the mountain. And wiped away the beads of sweat. That glistened on his brow. His tired feet were buried in the quagmire. And his bloodshot eyes saw all that lay between him.
All day I've faced a barren waste. Without the taste of water, cool water. Old Dan and I with throats burned dry. And souls that cry for water. Cool, clear, water.
All day I've faced a barren waste. Without the taste of water cool water. Old Dan and I with throats Burt dry. And souls that cry for water cool clear water.
You may find yourself living in a shotgun shack. And you may find yourself in another part of the world. And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile.
Program director on the radio, won't play my record. Until the caller tell him so. Program director on the radio, won't play no music. Until the caller tell him so.
Pull up the vibes that you're playing. Can you play some more, can you play some more?. Lift it up, jock it up, pull it up, come again now. Can you play some more, can you play some more?.
As a little boy I used to dream of the big stage. Couldn't wait to see my name in lights. I had a dream so big, it made a mountain look small. Couldn't wait till I had it all.
Yeah, we say making changes. starts by making changes. in the little things you do. "Revolution beging at home". Byr for most of us, it ends there too.
Yeah. easy. guru. 9th wonder. (1st verse). yeah yeah. can't stop, wont stop. never intend to. they feel us inside. they calling em jitzu. back to new york.
Everyone is trying to get to the bar.. The name of the bar, the bar is called Heaven.. The band in Heaven plays my favorite song.. They play it once again, they play it all night long..