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(traditional/arranged by a. jeffrey)

[instrumental]
One million A. D.
There'll be you there'll be me
Rocky's dead
That's Rocky 1003

Red stars and stripes
One big team
With little Europe
In
If everybody had an ocean
Across the U. S. A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like Californi-a
You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies
Huarachi sandals
If everybody had an ocean
Across the U. S. A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like Californi-a
You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies
Huarachi sandals
[(Minimal)
M. I. N. I. M. A. L.
Minimal (minimal) minimal (minimal)
M. I. N. I. M. A. L.
Minimal (minimal) minimal]

White on white
Light,
It is Hugh McSheepshagger
from Bolton 

Next up, Mr. A. Ordinary from Whitefield
Next up, Mr. A. Ordinary from Whitefield 

Judy's bastard
Racer
Odd World
we get a living
that came in our possession

P. L. A. Y. S. T. A. T. I. O. N.
P. L. A. Y. S. T. A. T. I. O. N.
P. L. A. Y. S. T. A.
way she can wind

A. C. D. C.
She's got some other lover as well as me
A. C. D. C.
She's got some other women as well as me
She's got some other
Cogli la prima mela 
 
Bella che così fiera vai 
non lo rimpiangerai. 
Cogli la prima mela
cogli la prima mela
cogli la prima mela - a.
If everybody had an ocean
Across the U. S. A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like Californi-a
You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies
Huarachi sandals
and start over again
Yeah fill it up and start over again and again

All night!
R. A. D. I. O.
Hit me hard and hit me low
Static engine blow the scene, rumble
If everybody had an ocean
Across the U. S. A.
Then everybody'd be surfin'
Like Californi-a
You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies
Huarachi sandals
The great Gaels of Ireland
The race that God made mad
For all their wars are merry
And all their songs are sad

words remembered by John A. Roche
know, baby,
We can have a lot o?fun.
I'm a man.

I spell M. A. N. man.
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
All you pretty women
Stand in line.

I can make love
driving me insane
Disguising Hell as pain


Mistress of the whip
Feeling my willpower slip
Tightening your grip


S. A. D. I. S. T.
Mistress of the whip
kuschel'
Das würde doch erfrischen doch jetzt nicht, weil ich inzwischen
Buchstabier' für die F. A. N. T. A. S. T. ischen Vier
Your kids are gonna fry like bacon
(Baby mummies)
No, you understand me fine!
(Ancient Slavonics)
Read this back to me,
I'll give you a straight A.
as you go.
I give you exhibit A.
A country girl bludgeoned with an elephant tusk.
I give you everything I have wrapped in a shy kiss for you to use once
The sun is shining; the grass is green
The orange and palm trees sway
There's never been such a day in Beverly hills l. a.
But it's December
a smuggla. Am am a smuggla nigga.
Am a smuggla. Am am a smuggla nigga.
King a ask a. King Fish a ask about me.
King a ask a. King Fish a ask about me.
Am
lonely days in a brown L. A. haze 
And I just want you back by my side 

Yes, it's been quite a summer 
Rented cars and west-bound trains 
And now
the A.

I'd like to sit down in the shade,
Maybe drink some lemonade,
Sit and just be quiet and breathe.

But I'm a vicious little boy,
My head
E. A. Poe, Henri Rousseau
Sholom Aleichem and Caryl Chessman
Alan Freed and Buster Keaton too

And each one there
Has one thing shared
They have
Oh well, oh well, I feel so good today,
We touched ground on an international runway
Jet propelled back home, from over the seas to the U. S. A.

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