I couldn't listen to a joke or rock n' roll And muscle cars drove a truck Right through my heart On my birthday you sang me "Heart of Gold" With a guitar
what you're doing You don't really wanna stop Eh eh Verse One: Puff Daddy Yeah yeah, uh-huh, check it out, yeah, c'mon Whether you like it hard or the live guitars
(Muevelo) (Subelo) Tico era un Boricua de Manhattan Cantaba en el subway Con su beat box y su electric guitar Por las noches era DJ Se paraban en las
Mr. Dynamite James Brown, Brown, Brown Yo, I don't mean to brag, there's the tag Brown got a brand new bag Shining star up to par, bars guitars So far
Ellis McDaniels In a place called McCoom Mississipi about 1926 He moved to Chicago about 1938 Where his name was eventually changed To Bo Diddley He practiced the guitar
The Mississippi Delta was shining Like a national guitar I am following the river Down the highway Through the cradle of the Civil War I'm going to Graceland
Baby, baby, I've been so sad since you've been gone Way back to New York City Where you do belong Honey, I missed your two tongue kisses Legs wrapped
sometime, somehow, you would look at me and I would see the smile you?re smiling now. OOH! It might have been in County Down, or in New York, in Gay
take me home 'Cause it's a long long way to paradise And I'm still on my own Told ya that I came From New York City And I played guitar In a real live
Baby baby I've been so sad since you've been gone way back to New York City where you do belong Honey I missed your two tongue kisses legs wrapped
sir I- Brooklyn New York Brooklyn New York Get ready Doctor Williams will be in Brooklyn New York Tomorrow evenin' Monday evenin' 6 pm until 8 pm I'm
Walter Sipser, Louise Crane, Clyde Haygood NYC Cunt singers: Louise, Hirschel, Clyde, Lissa, Curtis, Amanda Ray, George CUNT, New York City New York
name pseudo hip-hop sounding lingo mixed up lowercase/capital letters What you think this is Bingo? I got singles out already People know my name in discerning circles from New York
Is Good My Life Is Good My Life Is Good, you old bag My Life, My Life Just this evening Some young associates of ours Are flying to see us from New York
learn Plain shame, no matter which way you turn She'd like to taste me She'd like to waste me She'd like to see me sky-high New York to Boston Still
[ with Sue York ] We're above suspicion both you and I They say that I'm a good girl and that I'm a good guy We belong to others but the power of love
Edgar Allan Poe But since I'm a ne-gro, I flows like Maya Ange-lou No banja-lo was played, I means banjo betrayed so the guitar, had to take the bitch
