Oh, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason. For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season. . I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on..
I'm gonna tell you a story. 'Bout ol' Mary Lou. I mean the kind of a girl. That make a fool of you. . She make a young man old. And an old man pay. The way she took my money.
Sometimes my head is harder than a mule's. Around my friends, I'm a certified fool. But I'd walk through fire if you asked me to. That's what you love about me lovin' you.
[ Don Rich ]. There's a gonna be some singin' there's a gonna be a lot of well-thingin'. Bells are a gonna be ringin' cause my baby's comin' home. I'm gonna tell all the world about it go up on the roof and shout it.
Oh, I wish I was in Dixie! Ole Ole! I wish I was in dixie.... Hi, this is little Littles, remember things are not always as they seem. Sometimes baloons will spell your doom, but a gory head stump can mean good luck..
Verse: I was doin some drinkin in a Hollywood bar when in walked my. Favorite lady rock star. She was there and I was here this was my shot I was aware When I got up to the bar to make my move, I felt like I had nothin to lose I walked up and tipped my hat, tripped and fell almost landed in her lap.
I would never startle the fawn. with my eager affection. Overstay my welcome. Die for attention. But my heart might. I would never spill a drop. Or dance with two left feet.
They say don't drink the water. South of border towns. That sun keeps getting hotter. And I need somethin' to cool me down. . So I found a cantina. On the edge of a white, sandy beach.
We only have 1 barn, this a one horse town. Took them 5 miles so came to shoot her down. Make my record wrong to the liquor store. But a French came through, it ain't there no more.
I got the tunes in my pocket, in an old ass Walkman. Walking to the beach with a bottle of Black & Tan. Keys in the Velcro where it always should be. Time's tickin' by but it doesn't concern me.
i'm still alive and i rely on my will to survive. cause i'll know someday that i'll be ok. and i'll have done time. i won't give up, no i won't come back down.
Chorus:. Music evolution change. Sometimes the common makes it sound strange. Add a little this, take out a little that. Then you'll come up with jazz called rap.