Gonna ride you. Gonna ride you out like a witch on a broom, broom. Gonna ride you. Gonna ride you out like a witch on a broom, broom. It's the old give and take and I've been took again.
To err is human, to forgive can be most divine. You know I found it hard to take it that way once you broke that big heart of mine. Magnanimous in nature, mine was a trusting simple way.
When the scandal broke the handle. And the cradles have been switched. Norma Jean, well she came clean. So I guess that dog's been fixed. Her skirt's too tight.
I ain't goin' home as long as I'm still dry. I ain't goin' home as long as I'm still dry. I said the beer won't do it and I need a little whiskey and rye.
Hail to you, my mountain climber, busy at your task. I know you're in a hurry but there's something I must ask. Do you ever get lonely climbing up so high?.
Original performer: the beatles. . Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly. He got joo-joo eyeball he one holy roller. He got hair down to his knee.
Ya know,. There's this park, you see, in new york. That's what this song is about. Where we used to grow up. And, um, hang around. And then we started moving on.
Cleopatra's favorite cat. Got his hands on caeser's spats. The heat was on as you could see. So he front 'em to mark antony. Said, "my girlfriend's cat is smarter than me.".
I swear by all that makes me breathe and with a half-closed jasmine eye. I will slam the mighty claw into the ground. And dig up the treasure I've heard tell is around....
Written by: henry vestine, adolfo de la parra, alan wilson, larry taylor, and robert hite, jr.. Well it's christmastime everybody. But it's raining in my heart.
Comes the time for Christmas. And I really have to ask. If this is feeling merry. How much longer must it last. I wish a one horse open sleigh. Would come carry me away.
Music & lyrics: john popper. . I can feel the autumn on the summer's heels. I hate to notice how much colder the night it feels. And you're leaving. Yes, you're leaving.
Castaway. Blues Traveler and Dirty Heads. Mrs. Lacy Smith's 2nd Grade Literacy Class, Denver, Colorado. You guide me with your hands. You're in my wheelhouse and I can't wait to give the order.
Guess I'll be leaving. On the next train. I woke out this morning. And it started to rain. Mean old woman. Gone and left me alone. Where the spirit leads me.
Trying to make a train by sunrise, gonna have to run a red light. Trying to make a train by sunrise, gonna have to run a red light. Tangling with my Carolina, you know the girl kept me up all night.
When Brooklyn breaks into Saturday. The club rats scurrying away. And closing out and closing in. It's rare that something then begins. With promises like shining lights.
Autumn air it carries me there. Less than an hour to go. Six hundred miles an hour. And still it feels so slow. . I'm trying to get back to Burlington.
You can't tell me I'm crazy. And have me care. If I'm not I won't believe you. If I am then I'm not there. . And you can't win true love. No you can't win true love.
Kiss away the morning hour. In need of some restraint. While raised to think knowledge is power. I've come to learn it ain't. Because here I go when the hat drops.