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brahms... here in america you've got your fred mcdowell, your irving berlin, your glenn miller, and your booker t & the mg's
.Another example of the great
Table
Our shows are for-mid-able
Oh many times we're given rhymes
That are quite unsing-able
We not so fat in Camelot
We sing from the diaphragm a lot
Mr. Irving Berlin
Often emphasizes sin
In a charming way.
Mr. Coward we know
Wrote a song or two to show
Sex was here to stay.
Richard Rodgers
Mr. Irving Berlin
Often emphasizes sin
In a charming way.
Mr. Coward we know
Wrote a song or two to show
Sex was here to stay.
Richard Rodgers
Mr. Irving Berlin
Often emphasizes sin
In a charming way.
Mr. Coward we know
Wrote a song or two to show
Sex was here to stay.
Richard Rodgers
Brahms...Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell,
your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller, and your Booker T & The MG's, people.
Another example of the great
Mr. Irving Berlin
Often emphasizes sin
In a charming way.
Mr. Coward we know
Wrote a song or two to show
Sex was here to stay.
Richard Rodgers
want to be with them and we're with them and in our way, we're just
announcing that we're open to all invitations or suggestions
or anything to work for
never die. They just fade away."
"Lucy" "Ahhhhhhh!"
"It was a little cocker spaniel dog, and our little girl, Tricia, the six year old, named it
'Cause by the time you'll know I'm gonna take your hand
Won't let you go
We'll lose our mind, we'll lose our mind
Why don't you dance dance dance
'Cause by the time you'll know I'm gonna take your hand
Won't let you go
We'll lose our mind, we'll lose our mind
Why don't you dance dance dance
to fall
It's just been a weekend
But in my mind
We summer in France
With our genius daughters now
And you teach me to play the piano
You call
six thousand tanks in our ranks
Use them as battering rams
Artillery leading our way
A million grenades has been launched
The nazis must pay for their
six thousand tanks in our ranks
Use them as battering rams
Artillery leading our way
A million grenades has been launched
The nazis must pay for their
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
The cold wind made your cheeks glow
Shivering away under your coat
Berlin was all covered in snow
All I could offer was a hand to hold
As we made our
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
between the endless nights.
And by the way here's my theory if punctuation. Instead if a period at the end of each
sentence there should be a tiny clock
like, the greatest pop star of
All time, and they told him
"We're not gonna play your video because
It doesn't fit our format"
MCQUEEN: It actually
get this....most of the song's written, get to Jersey, boom!
Oh, by the way, when we first arrived in Jersey, the first place we went to was a place
[Chorus:]
The coldest winter in memory was 1709
The sea froze off the coast of France all along the Neptune line
By the lost town of Dunwich
Knowing everything from there on must be right
Just a notion
But somehow I know I'm not wrong
If it's our destiny
There's nothing we can do
to call
Stood us up
And watched us fall
The way we were
And now outworn
Our costumes changed
To uniforms
Black black days
Here to stay
she'll never make this flight
Said the captain, damn the cargo, we'll be on our way tonight
Groundlings cheered in wonder, as she backed up from the mast
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