Traduction: The Fantastic Johnny C. Boogaloo Down Broadway.
At the bottom of the ocean, there aren't many cares, just many miles of broken ships are lying there. There aren't any people, they've all disappeared
I guess there's nothing left to do now, but leave. But before I go, I'd like to have one last word with you. Tt's ten minutes to close (you're too close
We've been on this road that's buried by two feet of snow since dawn, since dawn We've stopped a dozen times so far. I haven't seen a single car for
Hieroglyphs of road reveal your secrets to the bold who dare to look and to decode them. From the greatness of these heights, within these strange geographies
I'm such a puppy for your loveliness, all doggy eyes and bushy tail. Do you fancy me as well my dear? We could be married in the spring next year. And
I never held much hope that this would last. Now you're the ghost of one more Christmas past. And it feels like a lifetime, but it's all been in my mind
If your love were electricity it might light up the broadway signs like opening night. And if your love were a small town, I might find myself wandering
Once upon a time there was you and me, we were seventeen, and nothing in the world could come between us. I stared in your eyes on every summer day,
' We 'bout to skyrocket and THE WAY WE GO The way the bitches lookin love THE WAY WE BLOW Check it, we light shit up like Broadway yo The crack-head rappers
[includes quotes from Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1 in D major (Edward Elgar), Johnny's Theme (Paul Anka), Off We Go Into The Wild Blue Yonder (Crawford
arm in the war, was laughed at by a whore Ah, but sill not a sniffle or sob His novel was refused, his movie was panned And his big Broadway show was
I make is a hit Fuck you applehead motherfuckers tryin' to make Some old Carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard shit Hip-Hop shit, that's some old Broadway
a pocket full of green We'd lock the doors and step outside And our days would begin Cause we were boys in bars Runnin over the shootin stars Cruisin Broadway
' We 'bout to skyrocket and the way we go The way the bitches lookin' love the way we blow Check it, we light shit up like broadway yo The crack head
we go inside the mind again Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he shine again Most definate, let this be my last willing testament For the pesimist, exercise for the Exorcist Johnny
) Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals) Harry: (to thing-fish) Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours! Rhonda: (broadway-style fake singing
