I saw a man on the side of the road with a sign that read 'will work for food' Tried to look busy, 'til the light turned green I saw a bear on TV
Back of the boat was painted wreckin' ball There was country music playing, but he don't like it at all And red fire poppin' on the rained-down woody
They got a dance floor the size of Texas They got a band seven nights a week And if you don't show up before the sun goes down You ain't gonna find a
Oh great light of love Oh great light of love Oh great light of love Oh great light of love Here you go, you dirty girl Good God, try to love, try to
Hoy tengo la suerte/aliada a mi favor tengo un traje nuevo y libre el corazon. Quiero divertirme voy dejandome llevar por el movimiento de la chiqui,
Out on the road for forty days Last night in Little Rock, put me in a haze Sweet, sweet Connie was doin' her act She had the whole show and that's a natural
Last night in Memphis Tonight in New Orleans Tomorrow I'll be miles from here Ain't nothin' to me, nothin' to me Sweet gypsy highway Won't you let me
Come and listen to my story if you will I'm gonna tell About a gang of fellers from down at Nashville First I'll start with old Red Foley doin' the 'Chattanooga
Oh, Grandpa wore his suit to dinner nearly every day No particular reason, he just dressed that way Brown necktie with a matching vest and both his wingtip
Don't start a band Nobody wants to hear, nobody understands Don't start a band You'll be so disappointed that it was nothing like you planned Don't start
Dear Penis, I don't think I like you anymore, You used to watch me shave, Now all u do is stare at the floor. Oh dear Penis, I don't like you anymore
On the way to JFK Before I get on the plane 12 hours with David Julian Levi Woke up to water slides Woke up to giant pools Woke up to nachos in the morning
Back of the boat was painted wrecking ball There was country music playing but he don?t like it all (?) There was whiskey bottle spilling and a lake it
[Written by TANKARD (Gutjahr/Zissel/Thorwarth/Geremia)] Far beyond Mortality and flesh In the shadows of the darkness Beyond the final breath Exists
Ca l' fait, c'est fou ce que ca l' fait Les musiciens sont des magiciens De leurs doigts Ca l' fait, c'est beau, c'est bien fait Quatre trompettes, quelques
Last night in memphis Tonight in new orleans Tomorrow ill be miles from here Aint nothing to me nithing to me Sweet gypsie highway Wont you let me chase
I?m so bored of little gods While standing on the edge of Something large While standing here, so close to You We could be consumed What a glorious day