Tekster:
Three Dog Night Singer Man

Singer man, sing me a song Singer man, sing me a song Singer man, sing me a song Singer man, sing me a song Singer man, sing me a song Singer man, sing

Crossword puzzles, Spider-Man comics And mama's home made rhubarb pie Pulled out of the driveway and the neighbors They all waved good-bye and so began our three

Mary Jane, ladies and gentlemen Your host for the night, all choked up On top of that we got uncle Snoop And my man Nate Dogg in the Bricks How do I

Short, Short, what's up man? This Captain man check this out I know you and B-Legit finna get in here And get down on this song right? But y'all can't

stop For a moment That it's too soon to forget Man, for real I was in love with this girl, y'know I was, to' up dog, I'm tellin' you, man She was wild man

my shoes Sure as I'm standin' here we got them poor boy blue, yeah Friday nights I get tanked up And tossed in the local slam At least I get three square

I went and found someone to trust I couldn't stand to twist and shout Not too much to sing about No more Dave Clark, five cars, see the three dog night

you My Mama, my roll dog All of the things you do I can never repay you I can't imagine life without you My Mama, my roll dog Anything you need from

the eye of the youth on top, playin on three corners of the roof So we accept that, jettin at nights don't ever wet that, drop the G-pack how will I eat