Lyrics:
Roodley-toot
Jump in your suit
Make a salute
Boot!
After you wash and dress
More or less
You go get your breakfast
In a beautiful little cafe they call
learned
When life hits hard you gotta hit a little harder bear that heavy load
It's all gonna get a lot better farther along the road
Lord knows when
Until the end of time
Well maybe I, I need a little love, yeah
Maybe I, I need a little care
Maybe you, maybe you need somebody just to hold you
If
I've got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds
Growin' around my shack
These dusty roads ain't streets of gold
But I'm a happy right where I'm
again
When the snowflakes cover up the sky
And little faces breathe a happy sigh
Old man winter's here to entertain
It's December time again
There's a story told of a little Japanese
Sitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees
Miss Butterfly's her name
A sweet little innocent child
assumed you knew
[Chorus]
And if only I'd have tried a little harder
If only we'd have talked a little more
If only I'd have held you closer
Then
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's
(chorus)
Chantez, Chantez, sing a little Paris song.
Chantez, Chantez, ev'rybody sing along.
Let's all sing when any little thing goes wrong,
much care
I guess I was pretty well satisfied
Had my little lady right by my side
Takin' it easy, yeah still waitin'
Worm been gone off-a that hook
ha ha
Big fish eat the little fish, and the rabbit's on the run
Big fish eat the little fish, and the rabbit's on the run
Some folks gettin' too
When John Henry was a little baby
Sittin' on his mama's knee
Well he picked up a feather and a piece of steel
And said that's gonna be the death
a little lace and you make me feel fine,
Warm as a mountain sunshine, on the edge of a snowline, in a meadow of Columbine.
Oh, little Jennifer, I'd give
say it's no excuse,
You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse.
You say it's okay,
But I say that it's not right.
You wind him up,
shouting
No shouting
No, no shouting
The little will escort you
To places within your mind
The former is red, white, and blue
The ladder is purple,
positively paradise to be with you like this
'Cause I dig you the most, yes I do
You're nothing but a little doll that's what you are
Well, because of you
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
some chips
Her mother approved of me, but her father he don't
He probably won't, shit Pops ain't no punk
Daddy's little girl be in a gangsta's world
Every day the pain dies a little
I'm not at the end but I'm way past the middle
I know when I'm all healed up
I'll be back with a heart and ready
me why don't you admit it
I feel a little down today
And I ain't got much to say
But you're gonna miss me when I'm not there
You know I don't
your chance
Try to keep the little buggers playin' with your pants
A singin' Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
It's a regional lie
The grass is always
we got
A little hustling mother fucker
With a pocket full of stones
Rolling with Mo and the No Limit soldiers
Got the hook-up and its
down
It took a little time
But you calm me down
Something goes wrong
I'm the first to admit it
I'm the first to admit it
And the last one to know
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's
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