howling around your kitchen door Better not let him in Little old lady got mutilated late last night Werewolves of London again Werewolves of London
police walked in for Jimmy Jazz I said, "He ain't here, but he sure went past" Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz and they said Sattamassagana for Jimmy
Traduction: Jimmy Buffett. Loups-garous de Londres.
The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread Cut
Jones) The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread
London If you hear him howling around your kitchen door Better not let him in Little old lady got mutilated late last night Werewolves of London again
So I put a record on the stereo Just to pass this night away It's twelve'o'clock, I can see them now They're dancing the night away Little Jimmy's dressed
Maytals Aswad, Steel pulse la cultiverent outre-atlantique Arrosee par ses nombreux fanatiques L'eclosion de sa fleur se fit par la suite Debut 80 avec Jimmy
Written by Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis, Daddy-O, and Boyz II Men London, Paris, Monte Carlo, Germany, and Rome Different places, different faces still it
you. Ian: Jimmy, you need some discipline. JCB: I'm leaving the group. Ensemble: Boo! Boo! FZ: Jimmy Carl, I must inform you, I must inform you, Jimmy
[includes a quote from Sleep Dirt] [Rainbow Theater, London, England December 10, 1971] Waitress: Are you having breakfast for lunch? Howard: I'm having
jamma from Detroit city Rock from southern Alabama back to Macanow city I'm raw and greedy, show me, gimme, I'll nick it Gimme a slimmy and a jimmy
qui m'colle encore au c?ur et au corps Gloria , Au cafe de ma banlieue t'as vu la bande a Jimmy Ca frime pas mal, ca roule autour du baby Le pauvre Jimmy
au corps With a girl like you Pretty woman Au cafe d' ma banlieue T'as vu la bande a Jimmy Ca frime pas mal, Ca roule autour du baby Le pauvre Jimmy
-la-gin\" on my chu-chu some bubblegum blowin bubbles and i shoot you some pink toes in my pink jimmy choo chho's all the way in london they love me in
eyes Guerilla operator ain't heard of cool Check out any wall - one hundred punks rule One hundred punks rule A hundred punks run with London town
The rocks on my watch, make the haters wanna kill me The hundred round drum on my gun so dumb That it will fly yo head all the way to London I'm sick
