It ain't nothin'' y'all can teach me I been locked up more times than sweet pea See I'm from Norfolk here's a coffin if ya sleepy Turn ya children into
Have an egg roll, Mr. Goldstone Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone Any spare that I can spare, I'll be glad
Daylights dawns, you wake up and yawn, Mr. Clean A piece of toast from the one you love most and you leave You get the bus in the 8 o'clock rush And catch
God evening Mr. Waldheim And Pontiff how are you? You have so much in common In the things you do And here comes Jesse Jackson He talks of common ground
I tell you something isn?t right The way i?m feeling kept me up all night I fix myself another drink I guess that?s crazy i need time to think And all
TOKYO, SEOUL, LONDON, N.Y. kimama ni sekai o drive tonight Kakuchi de hiro suru nyu sutairu mita koto nai mono dake mise tageru Hora kotchi o mite sukoshi
He's here He is here Is he really? Don't be discouraged now Got it made now From the leg down He is here Is he really? Don't be discouraged now Got it
They're gonna know that it's true They're gonna know that it's true They're gonna know that it's true They're gonna know that it's true, oh yeah There
In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox With the best of country music, old and new You can hear your five selections for a quarter And somebody
Good morning Lord Im so glad that you love me Good morning Lord Its a beautiful day Good morning Lord Im so glad that you love me watching over me Im
The cameras picked you out of this place, Now you're rising Lo and behold! Your smile is fake How surprising If we could rewind back to your roots, Admission
Por favor senora no se me ofenda No desprecio su amor, comprenda Es Usted muy bella, es Usted perfecta Pero entienda, que yo busco otra senda Un amor
Oh, Lord Oh, Lord Sorry ladies, to make you wait There's a couple of Buddhists at the Pearly Gate Asked my permission to come on board (What'd you do
We've taken all you've given Yet it's gettin' hard to make a livin' Mr. President have pity on the working man We ain't asking you to love us You may
I was up and sown all night Thoughts stick to me like glue Sometimes the sunrise doesn't look so good When the sun sets down on you Too much talkin'
Happy birthday to you our Lord Happy birthday to you our Lord You spread your love to the whole human race We are all nestled in your sweet embrace You