Ha ha ha, ho ho ho. And a couple of tra-la-las. That's how we laugh the day away. In the Merry old land of Oz!. . Bzz-bzz-bzz, chirp-chirp-chirp. And a couple of La-di-das.
Maybe far away or maybe real near by. He may be pouring her coffee. She may be straightening his tie. Maybe in a house all hidden by a hill. She's sittin', playin' piano.
Long time ago in Bethlehem. So the Holy Nible say. Mary's boy child Jesus Christ. Was born on Christmas day. . Hark now hear the angels sing. A new king born today.
I'm not one to run away. Throw anything in front of me. I've lived a thousand lives in melodies. They've overtaken me. . I'm not one to hide my face. Oh, but you, my dear, my saving grace.
You feel like Steve McQueen. when you're driving in your car. and you think you look like James Bond. when you're smoking your cigar. it's so bizarre you think you are.
Motorcycle Mama why did you leave and where did you go. Motorcycle Mama I've been looking everywhere for you. I remember in '65 when Jimi Hendrix was still alive.
Everything changes. But my love for you remains. Every time I see you. I get shivers down my spine. I start scheming to make you mine. And though everything changes with time.
If I can hide my tears somehow forget your broken vows. And maybe the hurt will go away. If I can find somebody new I might get over you and maybe the hurt will go away.
I saved up my money to buy my sweetheart some flowers. For Saturday's date and I restlessly counted the hours. And today in the mail I recieved a short little note.
My radiator she's so tender. And wise beyond her years. Before I was born. She was keeping someone warm. . Lightly hissing away their tears. And when the springtime comes she knows it.
My Tears Fall. Your name, cuts like. A knife in me.. I bleed, just like. The Red Sea.. Your voice, rings in. My memory.. I weep, just like. A willow tree..
Uh, uh, uh, yo. Harlem World gon' make me rich. Harlem World gon' take your bitch. Harlem World is the place to be. This M-A-Dollar Sign-E. . Yo, hold up keep it steady.
Uh, the world is back, world war ii. Harlem world be the clique. Any nigga don't like it, he's a dick, nigga. Shit we 'bout to do is the illest shit ever seen.
(My eyes are filled and your speaking of smiling)2. Life is angry and your speaking of failling in love.. My eyes are filed and your speaking of smiling..
She'd be making love to music. Every time I came along. Her eyes wide open, she couldn't breathe. Raped and loved by her favorite song. . Her face was pale, her skin unscarred.
Baby, baby, I think it's time we move on now. Baby, baby, I think it's time we move on now. . Looking out my bedroom window. See the planes take off from Heathrow.
I've got to go but what a prize to give. Package deal to the sun, everything is inclusive. Where bullet holes scar the minarets. Smoke on the horizon a beautiful sunset.
Don't talk about moonshine. Don't talk about white wine. I'm gonna find lies sick twisted strange kind. . Don't talk about moonshine. Don't talk about white wine.
Seit a paar Wochn is er wia verändert,. seit a paar Wochn is er wieder jung.. Er flaggt im Rasn hintn in der Sonna,. und sagt des Arbeitn is mir vui z'dumm..
Mei Vodda. . Seit a boor Woch'n is a wia vaendad, seid a bor Woch'n is a wieda jung,. er flagt im Ras'n hintn in da Sunna und sogt: "Des arbad'n is mia fiu z'dumm".