You know I'd chase the roll around Louisiana. 'Til I finally got her down in New Orleans. I could not be told nobody keep a hold on Rosianna. So I guess I'd better show 'em what I mean.
Keep your hands in your pockets. Speak easy when you talk. Whistle while you're workin'. Shuffle when you walk. Let me hear your pockets jingle. Get you jumpin' up and down.
Ray's rock house, that's my joint. House of soul, git my point. We don't care what's your dues. Come in here, lose yo' blues. . When trouble comes a-knockin'.
He's got that funny name. And ramblin', that's his game, that's it. He's Rambo, talkin' 'bout me. We'll see. . They call him Rambo because he's travelin'.
And when God gave out rhythm. He sure was good to you. You could add, subtract, multiply and divide by two. I know today's your birthday. And I did not buy no rose.
Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love. Pale moon is casting shadows from above. Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat. Within me, there grows a rhythmic, savage beat.
Pieces of dreams. Islands and oceans. Lovers marooned in each other's arms. Just you and me. The sand and the sea. All alone and drifting it seems. Floating away on.
Operator give me information. Information give me long distance. Long distance give me Heaven. . 2 3 oh operator, information. Give me Jesus on the line.
Rosie got religion. Learned it on the farm. Got to New York City, lined a (censored out) in her arm. Got to New York City, Leroy led the way. Made her somethin' special doin' business on Broadway.
Darkness lights the lamps of old Brazil. Deep inside the jungle hearts are still. Tigers hide inside alley cats eyes. Waiting for you to walk by. . Underneath this starlight latitude.
On a little street in Singapore. With me beside a lotus covered door. A veil of moonlight on her lovely face. How pale the hands that held me in embrace.
Clif---------------------------------------ford. I know he'll never be forgotten. Long as there's still sound. He was a king uncrowned. Not all kings are given crowns.
There's music in the streets. And there's music in the air. A little ol' soul beat. Dancin' everywhere. . I would tell the whole world. I'd tell 'em if I could.
It has begun, there's nothin' in the world to stop it now. It's in control, we might as well just try to stop the wind. So give up, give in, you lose, love will always win.
Beneath the marbled halls of Pretoria. There's the faintest sound rising from the underground. Behind the prison walls poets fantasize. Voices lost are found captive in the underground.
Turnin' back the hands of time. Holdin' on to misty memories. Chasin' shadows through the night. Tryin' to find that happy ending. . Reachin' out for another chance at heaven.
I woke up this morning with a feeling of despair. I looked for my pussy but my pussy wasn't there. . Well, well, well. My cat fell in the well. Oh puss puss puss poor kitty kitty kitty.
I woke up this morning with a feeling of despair. I looked for my pussy but my pussy wasn't there. . Well, well, well. My cat fell in the well. Oh puss puss puss poor kitty kitty kitty.
Move, c'mon -- move. . Nothing's lacking motion. Not the heavens or the ocean. Or the planets or the weather. All are moving all together. On the move.
Once there was light, perfectly white, far as the eye could wander. Once there was time, morning and night. Once there was sky, over yonder. . The day begins, metropolis lies sleeping like a drunken soldier.