Quart of oil, gallon of gas. Baby I sure do hope it lasts.. Destination: Love. Destination: Love. If I get stuck, give me a shove.. Destination: Love.
I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth. You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth. She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine. Selling little bottles of love potion number nine.
He's free as the breeze, he's always at ease. He lives in the jungle and hangs by his knees. As he swings through the trees without a trapeze. In his B.V.D.s.
No way I'm gonna crazy. With you playin' with my mind took. You out to dinner but you left me. Bahind paid for the pleaseure. But I wasted my time. Cause dawn it girl I thought.
Dear God,. The patient's best intentions have sadly faltered.. Despite his newly installed, varnished brain, and being. force-fed gallons of viscous demented liquor, he is.
Oh come and dance with me, my baby. Lets dance till we go crazy. The night is young and so are we. Let's make love and dance the night away. . What I really want to do.