I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. You like to move it. . I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it.
Hey, if that ain't the rock'n'roll animal himself, what you doing bro.. (Standing on the corner). Well, I can see that, what you got in your hand. (Suitcase in my hand).
I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. You like to move it. . I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it.
Well, you covered your tracks. and now I can't see you. You had your ashes scattered at sea. There's no grave to visit no tombstone to look at. You were in the NY Times obituary.
I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. You like to move it. . I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it.
Train entering the city. I lost myself and never come back. Took a trip around the world, and never came back. Black silhouettes, crisscrossed tracks, never came back.
I would not run from the holocaust. I would not run from the bomb. I'd welcome the chance to meet my maker. And fly into the sun, fly into the sun, fly into the sun.
Bibidy, bom bi bom, mek, house go mad. Bibidy, bom bi bom, mek, jazz go mad. Bibidy, bom bi bom, mek, house go mad. Bibidy, bom bi bom, mek, jazz go mad.
Wind blows snow outside my windows. Crowd below runs wild in the streets. Two rented brothers race down two separate alleys. Heading for the finish line.
Faces and names, I wish they were the same. Faces and names only cause trouble for me. Faces and names. If we all looked the same and we all had the same name.
All the things you said - you thought I was dead. Everything made me feel aware. Ah, you're getting old, you're doing things. You're losing your hair.
monday tuesday on the conway. wednesday thursday on the conway. friday saturday on the conway. 34th and broadway. 34th and broadway whoa-ho!. . i don't know but I just can tell.
Jealousy, endlessly sweeps through my mind. Jealousy, often causes me to be unkind. I'm sorry I said that, I'm sorry I did that. I'm sorry I hit you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Can you feel it. Baby. (16x). . This is mad stuntman pon your case. Wicked everytime. right (laugh). So all rude boys and rude girls. Feel the rhythm and feel the vibe.
Can you feel it. Baby. (16x). . This is mad stuntman pon your case. Wicked everytime. right (laugh). So all rude boys and rude girls. Feel the rhythm and feel the vibe.
The bias of the father runs on through the son. and leaves him bothered and bewildered. The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit. at the face staring back in the mirror.
When I was a young man - no bigger than this. A chocolate egg cream was not to be missed. Some U Bet's Chocolate Syrup, seltzer water mixed with milk.
If I close my eyes I see your face and I'm not without you. If I try hard and concentrate I can still hear you speak. I picture myself in your room by the chair.
Picking up pieces of information. Time locks. Picking up pieces of information about you. And how to pick locks. Scouting around on the Lower East Side and matresses in the rain.
Down at the arcade the defender is there. Down off of Broadway he's there playing his games. It's very dangerous putting money down on Robotron. Oh, I'm the Great Defender.