London Quieten down and I need to make a sound New York Quieten down and I need to make a sound Kingston Quieten down and I need to make a sound Brazil
hood Blaze a blaze, galang a lang a lang lang Purple haze, galang a lang a lang lang Blaze a blaze, galang a lang a lang lang Purple haze, galang a
's A Holi-Holiday sing a summer song, skip along, holi-holiday it's a holi-holiday there's a country fair not far from there - heydiheydihoh on a carousel
where he lay, "A"'s for all He stands for, "S" means shepherds came, And that's why there's a Christmas day, And that's why there's a Christmas day
pray to the lord Does he sing on a stage? Does he sing on a stage? We waste it all in the back of a long dark car And I'm a sunshine machine I want to
mot febrile, Car, sur notre chambre, il A plu... Plus jamais Je ne dirai J-A-M-A-I-S, O, joli mois de mai Si lourd, Plus jamais Je ne dirai J-A-M-A-I-S
de vient de M.A.R.S M'baba vient de vient de vient de M.A.R.S Street Skillz vient de vient de vient de M.A.R.S He poto si t'es pas de la Aie aie aie
Chorus:] And love's not a competition but I'm winning Well love's not a competition but I'm winning Or at least I thought I was But there's no way of
no high school dance Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em on the radio, CHORUS Misfits twilight zone, R-A-M-O-N-E-S, R-A-M-O-N-E-S RAMONES, Bad boy rock
encouragement Why? Why? Why? Oh God, tell me I'll make it I'll give you my blood if that's all you need Just don't tell me that I'm gonna die, Die,
Shall I dust my shoulders off? Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls Fuck the bullshit, but just don't fuck it raw man Pussy has a pattern and I know where I'm
be trippin' sometimes, she won't listen sometimes But I'm glad that she's mine, oh, even when I'm mad Sometimes I swear that I'm gonna walk away But
no high school dance Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em on the radio Misfits twilight zone R A M O N E S, R A M O N E S, Ramones Bad boy rock, bad boy
country life Well, I must say that I far prefer a farmer's wife Breakfast with the master in the morning Feel the breeze and brush against a cow's leg
out a stupid common paperweight And it went out into the country To a place where other solid objects lie around Well, it's quite hard and so it's probably
I'm falling in love With the girl next door 'Cause I'm getting the kind of feeling That I've never had before It's running through my fingers It's tickling
you? Can he do to you the things that I do? I can take you higher I'm on fire Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull and cut a