He made it to Kansas City Twelfth Street and Vine Nothing standing there High water everywhere High water risin', the shacks are slidin' down Folks lose their possessions - folks
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin', I was layin' in bed Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all If her hair was still red. Her folks they said our lives
Spanish tunes The Neapolitan street song sighs You think of Italian skys Each nation has a creative vein Originating a native strain With folk songs
hear that beat. I jump outta my seat But I can't compete, 'cause I'm a FZ & Band: Dancin' fool FZ: I'm a FZ & Band: Dancin' fool FZ: The disco folks
at BONEY'S MARKET. (Others say he was just a, just a) Still others say, John, piss on you, Jack! (crazy Italian) He's just a crazy Italian who drove a
, I'm a Dancin' fool I hear that beat; I jump outa my seat But I can't compete, cause I'm a Dancin' fool, I'm a Dancin' fool The disco folks all dressed
cash, I guess that's better than gettin locked up, or gettin jammed with that shit I had rocked up, huh! Chorus: Now I heard that the South is where yo folks
think about coming back Chain smoke em, turn they lungs black See I was raised to love black, but sometimes Black folks wanna sweat you harder than the
per Dio, chi vincer ci puo? Avanti Italia, Italia from dusk till down, where is now your Victory, for God made you the slave of Rome. Speranza Italia, Avanti popoli Italiani
the mic flip, metronome time skip, who will high-ship The brooklyn base scholar and them niggas past islip And ooh-ooh, I curse you with that fugee-la voodoo Will do you like italian
