I, I, I. I love to do the mambo. I, I, I. It is my favorite dance. I won't be shy. As long as I. Can mambo I, I, I!. . I, I, I. I love to feel the rhythms.
Mahna mahna. (ba dee bedebe). mahna mahna. (ba debe dee). mahna mahna. (ba dee bedebe badebe badebe dee dee de-de de-de-de). . (repeats). . mah mama na mahna mah namwomp mwomp.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen and boys and girls, presenting Little Jerry and the Monotones!!!!!. . (Followed by screams from adoring fans). . (background singers): We're mad. Very angry, very, very angry..
Dale a tu cuerpo. Alegria Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa darle. Alegria y cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo. Alegria Macarena. Eh, Macarena!. . Dale a tu cuerpo.
Celle là c'est pour tout ceux qu'on néglige. Leur putain trophée avec ou sans on existe. Celle là c'est pour tout ceux qu'on néglige. Leur putain trophée avec ou sans on existe.
Celle là c'est pour tout ceux qu'on néglige. Leur putain trophée avec ou sans on existe. Celle là c'est pour tout ceux qu'on néglige. Leur putain trophée avec ou sans on existe.
Je te parle de mes problèmes encore. De toutes mes raisons et mes torts. À passer au couvert des plaies. Je te parle de mes blème-pro d'enfance. Plus ça marche dans le son plus je m'enfonce.
On prétend pas être des modèles pour les gosses. Ni pour personne d'autre!. On tient juste à dire que, le pont qui mène au succès. Est un pont fragile.
He's a manga, manga, manga maniac. He loves them all the ladies in the paperback. Some pretty girls are dancing on the cover. In white and black. Cause he's a manga, manga maniac.
Post mortal suffering. When you beg for your soul in hell. Burning in eternity. The result of a living lie. Words of a fallen savior. Are feeding my hate.
Spiritual obscenity. Creates my desire to kill. Victims lay down screaming. Ready to be butchered. . I open their eyes. For them to see. How I start eating.
One by one. I'll slit their throats. For I am the commander. My knife penetrates. My hunger for death grows. Blinded by evil I slaughter. . Pain for the ones.
turning the strings of my mind. undistinguished knot of hate. stolen knot of fear of waste. dew on the furthest limits. lividity of hatred against you.
My, my stomach hurts again tonight she says. And crashes on the floor. Cuts what she can't untie, ties it to a door. . And if mercy was a cattle call, she didn't hear.
Margaret came to me was all he said. Before she knew my name she was in my bed. She was only sweet sixteen. Twenty thousand days younger than me. . Marry me she said, I don't reply.
I count the cracks in the pavement.. Where the weeds and wishes grow.. Every car is a reminder.. That there's someplace else to go.. I steal a moment beside you..
Oh yeah. She says, "We can't tell them". Oh yeah she wants up front. I can't do that. . When you gonna make up your mind?. When you gonna make up your mind?.
Some things are made to be broken. Some things are made to be kept. We're in the space between what's over and what's left. If I tried too hard to keep you.
Mother Mary. (Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations). . Mother Mary close enough to dying. Knows what she wants. And still keeps on trying on for.
Well I know what the truth is and. I know where my heart is and. I sometime feel there's something missing. someone somewhere I'm not forgiving. I find it hard believing and I feel so deceiving.