Well sing Michael sing on the route of the 19 bus we hear them sayin' How you get a rude and a reckless? Don't you be so crude and a feckless You been
Jimmy?s outside But you can?t take him back in drama of design They hit him in the back And see the long arm dropped over the school cuisines They say
{One, two One, two, three, four} Well they were given the grape that go ripe in the sun That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue But they told
Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love an' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his
Well, I got a friend, who's a man (Who's a man) What man? The man Who keeps me from the lonely The only He gives me What I need (What you need?) What
If it's true, a rich man leads a sad life That's what they from day to day Then what do all the poor do with their lives? On Judgment Day, have nothing
The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz I said, "He ain't here, but he sure went past" Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz and they said Sattamassagana for
Elevator going up In the gleaming corridor of the fifty first floor The money can be made if you really want some more Executive decision, a clinical
I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for the special offer Guaranteed personality I wasn't born so much as I fell
Drive! Drive! My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac Yes she did My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac She said, "Hey, come here, Daddy I ain't
You must treat your lover girl right If you wanna make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss To make lover's rock Everybody knows it's a crying
There's a solitary man crying, "Hold me" It's only because he's lonely If the keeper of time runs slowly He won't be alive for long If he only had time
{ (Say, say) Say, where did I see this guy? (Say, say, say, say) In Red River? Or a place in the sun? Maybe a misfit From here to eternity} Everybody
Spanish songs in Andalucia The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the ventana open Federico Lorca, dead and gone Bullet holes in the
this must be the way out Here's the cheap bit, oola, oola, oola Any song you want (Oola, oola, oola) Playing requests now on the bandstand (Oola, oola, oola) El Clash
When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna
You say you stand by your man Tell me something, I don't understand You said you loved me and that's a fact And then you left me, said you felt trapped
Stagger Lee met Billy and they got down to gambling Stagger Lee throwed seven Billy said that he throwed eight So Billy said, hey Stagger! I'm gonna make