It's a palace for sure Without love... It ain't nothin but a house A house where nobody lives Without love it ain't nothin But a house, a house where Nobody
keep a love that's gone wrong Nobody, Nobody will ever love you the way I could love you cause nobody's that strong cause nobody's that strong Nobody, Nobody
Well when you ain't got nobody, anybody looks nice Don't take much to make you stop and look twice And it's either feast or famine, I've found out that
off, it's July But by the time this comes out I'll be behind my release schedule and Mariah Christmas will be sellin' out- why? I never did nothin bad to nobody
might as well cut them balls off And get your ass ready for the lynching The mob is droppin' common sense and We'll gank in the pen will shank Any Tom
I need to see a MD And y'all mothafuckers giving me the third degree Look at the waiting room It's filled to the rim like the county jail day room Nobody
it 'gain keeps it alive There's specific things That I have to do Day to day just to keep it at bay You wouldn't believe if you knew ([TOM:] Oh no,
sackcloth. And an armband made of black cloth Will some day never more adorn a sleeve. For if the bomb that drops on you Gets your friends and neighbors too, There'll be nobody
Bootleger(walks in the barber shop while P.Diddy Fab & Ice Cube are waiting for a hair cut) Bootleger "Yo wat up I got the new Fab, P.Diddy, Jagged Edge
Clap hands Steam, steam a hundred bad dreams Goin' up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans A fifty dollar bill inside a Palladin's hat And nobody's
Wakes up in the morning alone Poor little lamb knows what's coming Life is an empty cup Poor little lamb watch your shoulder Coyote's waiting out there Nobody
do with that thing? What do you do with that thing? yeah! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! What do you do with that thing? I wanna know
We will all go simultaneous Yes we all will go together when we all go together Yes we all will go together when we go Words and music by Tom Lehrer Copyright Tom
no mother And everything was dead And no one was left in the whole world Everything was dead And the child went on search, day and night And since nobody
Watch out you might get what you're after cool babies strange but not a stranger I'm an ordinary guy burning down the house hold tight wait till the
rose and over there the roses are frightened to bloom so they never can grow and over here they need wool for weaving their baby's new clothes but nobody
thunder it's more than a swindle this crooked card game it's more than sad times it's more than sad times none of our pockets are filled with gold nobody