CONNIE SMITH (On the tiny blue transistor radio) He bought it for my birthday just one short year ago This tiny blue transistor radio (radio radio)
(Big Moe) Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee that nigga Big Ass Moe chillin with my partna named D-mo its on his birthday we comin through in a niggas
a wallet, I found a wallet Inside were pictures of your small family You were so young, your hair dark brown You had been born in 1953 Your winter birthday
you be me? Because I would be you Oh you'd be happy Only if you wanted to And how would you treat me? Because I would treat you Oh you'd be happy Only
the cracks that split apart America gone plastic And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth He's hitching himself way down south To learn a little black and blues
you've grown Looks like each guest is here The blues, the memories and the tears So, happy birthday dear heartache Same time, same place next year So, happy birthday
happy birthday? If you did, it's plain to see That the party's really over And you're happy without me Yes, you had a happy birthday And you're happy
Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! May the skies be blue, May the sunshine follow you The whole year through.
much better than this There's nowhere left to run to No use worrying about what you missed Cause here it is baby it don't get better than this --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Birthday When is you birthday
On the tiny blue transistor radio He bought it for my birthday just one short year ago This tiny blue transistor radio, radio, radio We stayed out late
the darkest day Your smile - like icing on a birthday cake Lovers - floating in a paradise Blue - lights flicker from a room at night I'm happy just
s been another phase in my chosen career, And when my secrets are out they'll bite their silly tongues. All I want for my birthday is another birthday. When skies are blue
her Little Green, be a gypsy dancer He went to California Hearing that every thing's warmer there So you write him a letter and say, "Her eyes are blue
Blues Man: Cocaine Tad: Monstrous Amanda: Model Michael: Mother, brother Coma Baby: Missing Mary O?Brien McCann: Find me Statue of Liberty: Sunday Vicky: Philosophy Clara: Fact Secretary: Fiction Mom: Happy birthday
kick on back. Toss your cares away. Cartwheels and piggy backs, It's just that kinda day. Tell mean old Mr. Blues, He's welcome here no more. Put on your happy
s happy where she's at and that's that That's the way it is, yeah, I've got your whiz Tennis bracelet in blue Even bought your sister one too Just to
, na Happy Birthday, Trisha I'm in the Michigan Militia Happy Birthday, Trisha I'm in the Michigan Militia Fighting for your honor Like would any Afrikaner Happy Birthday
to be Remember all the happiness that once we knew Gonna give myself a party, just me an' the blues A few of your love letters, a photograph or two A gift you gave on my birthday