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And like that I would be At the Paramount in '43 And I sing Ringing in the good times Swinging with the big boys Singing with the big bands Singing with the big bands
lotta hell, yeah, have a little fun Steppin? on peanuts, checkin? out nice, what? I didn?t say it but you know what I mean The bands still playing strong, everybody sing
in Europe and everywhere else. Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town of Melbourne, this is an album which
now? The chains are locked and tied across the door, Baby, sing with me somehow. Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise, Big birds
to play at the Apollo in Harlem Good scene there, everybody raving One day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights Came a man with a big, long
I've kicked around a lot since high school I've worked a lot of nowhere gigs From keyboard man in a rock'n ska band To haulin' boss crude in the big
the Hotel Flamingo, wearin' black market shoes This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon No one wants to be lonely, no one wants to sing the blues
mother I like you and you like me too We?ll get a preacher, I?ll buy a ring We?ll hire a band with an accordion, violin And a tenor who can sing You
with me Dime pieces smile for me And all my gangsta niggaz wild for me Throughout the crowd with me [Verse 1: Eightball] This for them big, thick fine
what you like This message has been brought to you by the makers of The Way We Swing, and the Underground Talkhowyalike Posse I feel like a nice big
a big fat Bing, bong, ding, dong, I got camel humps on my back I got bald head butt corduroy calluses all on my hand I smell like, uh, the Bee Gees band
What if Hip Hop was never born, yo? No Herc, No Flash, No Band, No Change, yo No DJ's, No grab, No breakers, No MC What would the state of dope world
, yo, y'all respect my tour bus We got whores with no drawers ready to do all four of us Wildin', bustin' big bags of Ruffles Show money, rubber banded
, let's go to work Conceited I'm not but convinced I am Slam a jam that'll scare even the Con of Sam In sing-sing he will sing simple songs to bring
the toast And wail a lotta good hillbilly songs sing that country music and sing it loud and strong I wanna get myself a great big band pick and sing
The seaweed is always greener In somebody else?s lake You dream about going up there But that is a big mistake Just look at the world around you Right
nigga would, go and say i never rep my city, my city Red Cafe non stop hustle non stop grind i generate dough seperatin coke lines from a cold city big big
