|From the Bible of none of the above on a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin.|
|Throw your hands in the air,|
if you'se a true player.
|Think less but see it grow|
like a riot, like a riot, oh.
|Oh, won't you come with me|
and take my hand.
|Para bailar (in order to dance)|
|21 years in captivity.|
Shoes too small to fit his feet.
|You had your time - you had the power. You've yet to have your finest hour.|
|It's all right, you can afford|
to lose a day or two.
|She comes skimmin' through rays of violet, she can wade in a drop of dew.|
|C'mon I've got a groove ...|
you know where I 'll be...
|I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing.|
|Ooh my little pretty one, pretty one. When you gonna give me some time...?|
|Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me.|
|You gonna burn burn burn burn|
it to the wick. Ooooooh...
|I guess you didnt know it,|
but I'm a fiddle player too.
|I know I'm on your mind.|
I know we'd have a good time.
|I'd like to put you in a trance, all over.|
many miles of railroad track.
|She said he's not coming back|
because he's sleeping with me.
|It's tough, kid, but it's life...|
Don't forget to pack a wife .
|Fret for your lawsuit and|
Fret for your hairpiece and...
|Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle|
alegria y cosa buena.
|Well, she's the girl in the red blue jeans.|
|Tsamina mina zangalewa.|
Cuz this is Africa.
|She never compromises,|
loves babies and surprises.