en manges plus tu payes-hey-hey-hey-hey Mon coeur est rempli de haine, envers toi Je suis ton plat favori Le sang sur ton bistouri Je suis ton plat favori
[Baby Blue] Yeah, Baby Blue, Woah, I love comin home You blowin on me like a saxophone I'm blowin on you like a trombone You my favorite song when
to melt Neither was there any courage in our men to be felt, For we understand now that your god, he is the one above,And we won't underestimate His favor
I don't know if you know Okay, here we go Time to make it really hot Pump it, give me all you got We pump, you pump Dump trucks blow the trumpet Puppy
AGAIN. ONE SEC. SPENCER FALLS ON HIS LEFT SHOULDER AND GETS BACK UP. SPENCER: YEP! THAT FIXED HER. CARLY: GOOD. LISTEN, I NEED A FAVOR. SPENCER: SHOOT
beans Lunatics on pogo sticks Another Southern fried freak on a crucifix Hicks don't mix with politics People on the street just kickin' to the licks Yes, my favorite
m Alfred Hitchcock with my silhouette Pourin Blood On Beats till the trumpet is blown Coffins, I release em when I'm up in the zone Fortune favors the
Frank zappa (guitar) Lowell george (guitar) Roy estrada (bass) Don preston (keyboards) Buzz gardner (trumpet) Ian underwood (alto saxophone) Bunk gardner
in their bikinis Mingle with the lower upper crust You'll see your favorite dolly out and jolly Hollywood or bust (Sound the trumpets strike the cymbals
up to the captain where's my coffee cup And it's been an adventurous day The ship floats but it won't float away Let's us stay Don your favorite costume
a wonderful Savior To be born in a manager So that I can share His favor And my heart be made anew Listen to the trumpets Shouting through the darkness
for God's favor It's my time to be blessed Step in, step in, step in and be blessed It's my time for God's favor It's my time to be blessed Step in
favorite story by far Oh tell us that story Oh tell us that story Oh tell us that story Oh tell us... It's my favorite story My favorite story My favorite
spits your eclipse, engulfed darkness The dragon is bound in a bottom less pit Now fear the doom of death, from the tune of ruffiah's trumpet The return
the clarinet go a doodle de doo A doodlin' to the noodlin' rag (Play the noodlin' rag) An' when the trombone and the trumpet start to noodle along Yes Sir, it's my favorite
A thousand times a day I tell you I love the way you sing. Even though it makes me cry, it's my favorite time to be alive. And all I know is I feel lost
a wonderful savior To be born in a manger So that I can share His favor And my heart be made anew [Chorus IV] Listen to the trumpets Shouting through
'm Alfred Hitchcock with my silhouette Pourin Blood On Beats till the trumpet is blown Coffins, I release em when I'm up in the zone Fortune favors the
