Lyrics:
Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry
Do me a favour
Marry me!
Do me a favour
Can't you see
I'm in a quaver
To be middle aisling you?
Oh babe,
Do me a favour
Share my lot
Do me
to spin
We write our own story, black America again
You know, one way of solving a lot of problems that we got
Is lettin' a person feel that they're
I pay the cost, who 'gon take it off (take it off)
I record then I ball (then I ball), I ignored a lot of calls (click, click)
You ain't talking
Sold
Your number, sir? Thank you
Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen: a papier-mâché musical box
In the shape of a barrel-organ
Attached, the figure
It's time to rock, ooh
Let me rock you, rock you, rock you into midnight, baby
Let me rock you into love
I know you give me lots and lots of good
words about beautiful feelings
What lots of believin' could do
Beautiful music, I knew it just had to be true
You're beautiful, beautiful music!
of a flash every time she smiled
She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs
With men in every walk of life who took her everywhere
But
And I don't give a damn for lost emotions
I've such a lot of love I've got to give
Let me live
Let me live
Sometime when I feel afraid, I think
and sugar cane so sweet
I remember lots of things that often I recall
But I remember momma and daddy most of all
I remember ginger bread my momma used
So they took a lot of gold, and made em an idol
Shadrack, Meshach, Abednego!
And they told everybody when you hear the music of the clarinet,
They
without the mail
A comic without a gag
A soap-opera plot and lots, lots more
But mainly I mean love is a bore
It's I'll-call-you-tomorrow
It's
we are still in reach
You got to chance to make it and you got a freedom of speech
Say what you wanna, tell 'em how you feel
There may be a lot
Words and Music by Margo Guryan
Sunday morning
Sun shining from your eyes
Sleepy face
Smiling into mine
Sunday morning
Lots of time
what I want, yeah
That's what I want
Well now give me money
A lot of money
Wow, yeah, I wanna be free
Oh I want money
That's what I want
That's
eyes; I'll see that glow
We'll catch that Midnight Flyer
And on a honeymoon we'll go
We don't have to have a lot of money
But I'll swear by
doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love, we'll give it a shot
[Chorus:]
Whooah, we're half-way
a clown's disguise
And learn to laugh like Pagliacci
With tears in my eyes
You look the same, you're a lot the same
But my heart says "no, no, you're
Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For makin' whoopee
A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom
we're singin' about?)
(For the love of Jesus, let's do it)
Sweet love
I need a whole lot of love, sugar
I need a whole lot of sweet love
It's
a bucket
A coin dropped in a slot
I am an empty house on Weed Street
Across the road from the vacant lot
You know life is what you make of it
So
lonesome road
And I seen a lot of suns goin' down
Oh, but trust me
No low life's gonna run me around
So let me tell you somethin' sister
Remember your
Rabiosa
If you don't get enough I'll make it double
I got my boy in big, big trouble
You know I want you atracao' ahí (ratata)
You've got a lot
dropped in a slot
I am an empty house on Weed Street
Across the road from a vacant lot
You know life is what you make of it
So beautiful, or so what
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