[includes Narrhalla-Marsch (trad.) and a quote from Louie Louie (Richard Berry)] Reiner Romer: Ladies and gentlemen, here he goes, Peter Rundel, he seems
You and me are the same We don't know or care who's to blame But we know that whoever holds the reins Nothing will change Our cause has gone insane And
Cause All my Girls in the USA you gotta fine thing goin' so I gotta say You've been good to me so now i'm down Gotta drop the lines gotta give you a shout
Fifty nifty United States from thirteen original colonies; Fifty nifty stars in the flag that billows so beautif'ly in the breeze. Each individual state
Movin' to the country Gonna eat a lot of peaches Movin' to the country Gonna eat me a lot of peaches Movin' to the country Gonna eat a lot of peaches
What is this going to get us? Where are we heading in? When do we start to live, dear? When do we really begin? What is this going to get us? Hanging
You and me are the same We don't know or care who's to blame But we know that whoever holds the reigns Nothing will change, our cause has gone insane
Fifty Nifty United States from thirteen original colonies, Fifty Nifty stars in the flag that billows so beautifully in the breeze. Each individual state
Four decades ago an man left Mississippi To fight the war in Vietnam Did two tours and got shot received the metal of honor When he got home he wasn,t
she is miss united states she is miss united states from sea to shining sea like lady liberty she reigns over all she sees she is beauty and she is
If tomorrow all the things were gone I'd worked for all my life, And I had to start agian with just my children and my wife, I'd thank my lucky stars
Whatever! I went down to the beach and saw Kiki She was all like "Ehh" And I'm like, "Whatever!" Then this chick comes up to me and she's all, like "
I named my pager, isn't that cute? You should too So what's your pagers name? I'm waiting People give me a hard time 'cos I have a wooden ass That's
Eh yo this ones for all my MOBB And my out of state niggas reppin' NYC To my duns up in the clink stuck in the thing For my dogs on the corner that cook
The world keeps turning and I keep fighting 'cause what else are you to do? When there's a fascist telling you, "It's time you were put in your place!"
Stuck in my beat suede shoes, I can't wait Oh, what a state to be in I need her heart and get a Jack Jones for my sins She's gonna ditch that shining
If tomorrow all the things were gone I'd worked for all my life And I had to start again With just my children and my wife I'd thank my lucky stars To
I thought I would go to the sea and shrink down very tiny And slide inside the telephone wire that runs under the briny Till I found there is a way of
