From Coney Island to The Sunset Strip Somebody's gonna make a happy trip Tonight, while the moon is bright He's gonna have a bag of crazy toys To give
When your money's gone Friends have turned you down And you wander 'round Just like a hound (A lonesome houn') Then you stop to say "Let me go away from
Now I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you, uh-huh I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you, oh yeah Well I let into my home, you gonna leave
Now, I don't care what the weather man says When the weatherman says it's raining You'll never hear me complaining, I'm certain the sun will shine I don
Give me a kiss to build a dream on And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss Sweetheart, I ask no more than this A kiss to build a dream on Give
Yeah, stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you" Birds singin' in the sycamore trees Dream a little dream of me, yes
Go down Moses way down in Egypt land Tell all Pharaohs to let My people go When Israel was in Egypt land Let My people go Oppressed so hard they could
Stars Shining Bright Above You Night Breezes Seem to Whisper I Love You Birds Signing in a Sycamore Tree Dream a Little Dream of Me Say Nighty Night
told her that's called smoking dope she said a boy my age should have learned to cope by now, by now she's got more bounce back than my, my stretch armstrong
In the shade of the old apple tree When the love in your eyes I could see When the voice that I heard, like the song of the bird Seemed to whisper sweet
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Uh, yeah, 50 Cent, it's Murda Mix Tape Vol. 3 Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong nigga, take that, yo, aiyyo Niggas don't wanna see 50 on a track I got these
Old empty bed, springs all of lead Feel like old Ned, wish I was dead All my life through I've been so black and blue? Even the mouse ran from my house
'Bout time, 'bout time we had little taste of wasted time Like love a deux, I wasted time alone with you 'Bout time we two we're livin' out a lovely dream
No one to talk with, all by myself No one to walk with, I'm happy on the shelf babe Ain't misbehavin', savin' my love for you I know for certain the
I really can't stay (But baby, it's cold outside) I've got to go away (But baby, it's cold outside) This evening has been (Been hoping that you'd drop
Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams Blowing down the river, down to New Orleans The band is
{I'm swingin' the butter and egg man, oh} [Incomprehensible] She wants butter and egg man From way out in the west She gets so tired of workin' all day