(Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) On a round-about I'm turning on to you Don't you love the way we're turning, yes you do Little schools of hummingbirds are streaming
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah The moon, beautiful The sun, even more beautiful Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Beautiful Oh yeah, oh yeah Good time
So they paved paradise Put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique And a swinging night spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what
Shout (Shout) Count on me I'm gonna win the race Count on me I'm gonna win the race Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering
Tonight you gotta look in my eyes You got it, you drive me out of my mind Drive, driven Gave, given It's dangerous to stay And I say Drive, driven Gave
You're leaving, you're leaving me now I'm wishing, I wish this would hurt But I suffer, I can't feel the pain Sometimes, sometimes, I wish I could cry
Why did you bring us here And left us that day And you kept saying? Why do you have this pain? While in the past, past time I always thought of you
You think you're special And you're a standard guy, I'm gonna tell you You're nothing but a standard guy You are a standard, standard It's the bimbo,
You know that my tears have kept me awake The longer you're gone, I'll hunger and shake From Warsaw to Rome, I'll wait out of time With you in my heart
Give me your gold Gold, gold Gold, gold Gold, gold Gold Blue moon is walking These lips are smoking Big time disaster My heart gets faster My pot
I wake up in the evenin', the sun is still around The street seems to be busy, I hear the traffic sounds Last night's been lousy, I had a lot to drink
From time to time they cry Only if you know why Here they go A hundred thousand people Walking down the street Trying to protect their dream Following
This one's called Now for you Downtown samba Canal Street's where we dance, we do the Rhumba, Samba The city's hot, we're almost naked, it's a scandal
Standing at the machine every day for all my life I'm used to do it and I need it It's the only thing I want It's just a rush, push, cash Standing at
My ladies, please come closer My name is Random Tox I have the great honor and pleasure To present to you Turnex, the son of Durex The blender for the
One two three A little fool I want to be Two three four You can give me more Five six seven I don't want to wait for heaven Nine ten eleven Going back
Man, woman, love, I'm bad How, how, how, how Man, woman, love, I'm mad My life is in a serious mess My baby's gone, some demental stress I never knew
