Lyrics:
room I reached out my hand
And ask her to dance
She could've easily shot
Me down
She stood up and slipped
Into my arms
And we started spinnin around
thing come George Benson
Per te è solo un gioco... Non mi fermerà
E tutto quest' odio... Non mi fermerà
Tu che lasci un vuoto... Non mi fermerà
Lascio le
mi George'a Benson'a
Z lekką siwizną
Siedział przy barze
Zapytał czy jestem turystą
Byłem
Czy napiję się z nim piwa
Uśmiechnąłem się
Miał 70 lat
either me or you going to die
i guess that will be your last dance
Chorus (Master P)
your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last
and camcorders
So what you tryin to tell me dear?
I got Bently, Benson and Mr. Belverdere
And I just want to blow your mind
I'm talkin literally blow your mind
Gotta go gotta go patio
Imma get that on my lateral
Dance up here fanatic woah
Shock it up lightning on the down low
Shock it up lightning
Kick weh yuh foot inna di canal
Me badda than Bush to di George, Reagan to di Ronald
See nozzle yah, suck it like mammal
Mi gun dem dark and dunce
there's no exception
I'll tell an interviewer next question
That way I have to deal with less tension
More time for listening to George Benson
I throw
treason
Listen to George Benson if you want to go breezing
Cause I'm hear to rock your body not put you to sleep
And to tranquilize the energizer quantum
troppi serpeggiano e peggiorano l'hip hop
Ma qua c'è Bologna che suona al top
Porto funky e non ci penso
Rappo naturale ispirato da George Benson
Certo la
the record on
And the aimless rise to dance
Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
I see you, George, in your
Apartment on Riverside Drive
Some fifty
the days when we were young
We know you'll be there
Watching over us
Our Sweet George
As we dance the night away
Aye Eeh Aye Eeh Aye
Time goes by, though
the place I grab the mike and your attention
Me not getting that is like the night to George Benson
Freestyle phenomenon drop bombs like Lebanon
Watch
Tony Brown an George Flash come master it
Jim Brown fight the struggle inna di heart a it
Starkey an Daley the bloodbath a it
Bucky Marshall an Tek-Life
taught to do better
Cop birds by the two watch em flock with no feathers
Play wrong stupid fool watch you dance with the devil
My youngin's a go luny toon
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
coupe, nigga I ain't set trippin' (no!)
This space coupe, I drop the plug off like he George Jetson (It's Gucci!)
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug,
I want to take some time away
But that shits got to be earned
I know I'm loved by God
But even still that fire burns
Time away from home got a nigga
spiritual Dance with me with me
Baby what you doing to me me
Baby what you doing to me me
The way you move you touch
Daaa me da ra da ra me
He drawn by
but want my attention
Brain is too crazy, they callin' me Benson
Shit out my mind, I might start a collection
If you want money, just come my direction
either me or you going to die
i guess that will be your last dance
Chorus (Master P)
your 187 dance, 187 dance, this will be your last
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, vocals)
Bruce fowler (trombone)
Tom fowler (bass)
Chester thompson (drums)
The adventures
BONEDANCE
Your mother's a horse, your mother's a horse
I'm the reason, BONEDANCE
Do the bone dance prance in a field with Boy George
Organic energy is not
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