Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. The moon, beautiful. The sun, even more beautiful. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. . Beautiful. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. . Good time.
My name is Norman, Lou Norman.. I've been in this business for fifteen years.. If people have a problem and don't want talk to the police, they want talk to me..
Her name was Julie. When she took me on a ride in her old Chevrolet. Straight into a dusty sundown. I knew she was gonna make up one of her stories. And then she couldn't believe that I told her.
When there's music all around. No conductor in the stand. When the singing is like sobbing. With no method to the sound. . There's a voice that reminds me not to fret.
copyright Stephen Crumbacher, Bill Baumgart. . Wanting for so long to let love in. The notion almost left behind. But here I am with a longing inside.
only fools follow gold. only wise men know. i'm no fool, you've changed my point of view. . to be kind is quality that i richly desire. it is better to be poor than a liar.
we are living on borrowed time. we all have hopes and dreams. our future is fading rapidly. only a few will see. life is not always what it seems. even the best will fall.
There is a Name I love to hear,. I love to sing its worth;. It sounds like music in my ears,. The sweetest Name on earth.. . [Chorus]. O how I love Jesus,.
O holy night,. the stars are brightly shining;. It is the night of. our dear Savior's birth!. Long lay the world. in sin and error pining,. Till He appeared.
O' Happy day, O' happy day. When Jesus washed my sins away!. . O' Happy day, O' happy day. When Jesus washed my sins away!. . He taught me how. He taught me how to watch and pray.
O Holy Night. The stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our Savior's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining'. Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
She has six swans singing in her sauna. So she can't hear what's going on. She can't hear what's going on. In the outside world. In the outside world.
I got so much to say. But I'm afraid it'll come out wrong.. I'm not akin to the Eighties thing,. Where you look after number one.. . But I won't rock the boat,.
Hey yeah. Hey yeah, yeah. . Climb up here beside me. We can ride and find a friend unfound. Put your foot upon the laughing gas. And drive your grin around.
Officer Blue. Really love the things you do. Even when I was just eight years old (eight years old). Officer Blue. Is it true what they say?. That when you work you're still at play (still at play).
Can't you see 'em, in obscene procession?. Clad in fox fur all cocky, they're violent and insane. Pink and wobbling with all their possessions. They live on junk food and TV and booze.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Two kids and we roll alone. Damn baby we just broke the mould. Tryna live a dream, tryna make a scene,. but with only you and me, no,.
Full of sorrow, I must've followed you here. Stood at the gates of Heaven, I watched you disappear. Now I hear you say. "It's time to walk away". But how can I when I don't know my way home from here?.
Drive up the 1 0 1. There a place I like to go to. When I'm felling, kind of tried of the city. Get out in the sun. Cause where living for the weekend.
written by Jean Frankfurter (Music). and John Moering (Lyrics). Love, the way you take it. Is giving you a thrill. But only when you make it. You come for one crazy night.