marching on, she thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm, Or a civilized syllabub, to blow your mind. Figure it out. She, she's a goodtime fella. She got a little
Birmingham. I got a few friends. I never was there, was there when it counts. I get my way, you're so like me. You seemed ashamed, ashamed that I was, a
strong if he wants to Be a man" Mr. I don't know how you can have Sweet Dreams Land land of Liberty we're Run by a constipated man When you live in the
all... So maybe we're a bliss of another kind, I said a bliss of another kind, I said a bliss of another kind. I said a bliss of, a bliss of, a bliss
: Yay la la lay lay lay lay, yay la la la lay... All the world just stopped now. So you say you don't wanna stay together anymore. Let me take a deep
: I knew a boy who would Not share his bike Oh but he let me go sailing I swore that I Could survive any storm Oh then he let me go "Can you launch
: Baker, baker, baking a cake, make me a day, make me whole again. And I wonder what's in a day, what's in your cakes this time. I guess you heard he
through your head when there's a man on your back. You're pushed flat on your stomach; it's not a classic Cadillac. Me an a gun an a man on my back. But
she could hold back a glacier, (Between cottonballs a-and,) But she couldn't keep Baby alive. (Xylophones, I-I-I'm getting older now,) Doubting if there's a
: And Jackie-a and Jackie-a and Jackie-a and, And Jackie-a and Jackie-a, hiy. A Bouvier 'till her wedding day. Shots rang out, the police came. Momma
And with a wink And a smile Yuo toss your instructions on How to catch a train While it's moving You always were the one That kept us all guessing How
name Everybody wants you sweetheart Everybody got a dream of glory Las Vegas got a pin-up girl They gottta run as they buy and sell River's a myth,
I knew a boy who would Not share his bike Oh but he let me go sailing I swore that I Could survive any storm Oh then he let me go "Can you launch rockets
bleed real soon. How's that thought for you? My scream got lost in a paper cup. You think there's a heaven where some screams have gone. I got twenty-five bucks an' a
the other side with my encyclopedia. They must'a paid her a nice price- she's puttin' on her string bean love. This is not really, this-a-this-a-this
convinced she could hold back a glacier, (Between cottonballs a-and,) But she couldn't keep Baby alive. (Xylophones, I-I-I'm getting older now,) Doubting if there's a
Maybe I'm the after glow, 'cause I'm with a band you know. Don't you hear the laughter on the way... down. Yes, I am the anchor-man, dining here with