swinging sing along song (Duet: singing these parts at the same time) Bert: I refuse to sing along I won't So please don't ask me if I want to 'cause I
and I call your name No place left to go, ain't that a shame? So many roads, I tell you New York to San Francisco So many roads I know All I want is
-ch-ch-champ wit the punch of a verbal grenade and a rhyme that's equipped as a barricade Cool and clever, crack I never Wit my crew I will never sever
to say I'll be words and you'll be music I concur, I can't refuse it You're a sad little tune by yourself So lovely I wanna sing along If there's one thing I know I
For we'd both run right out of words... Now the stars, they are all angled wrong... And the sun and the moon refuse to burn But I remember a message
maybe sometimes I do feel like shit I ain't happy 'bout it, but I'd rather feel like Shit than be full of shit And if I offended you, oh I'm sorry But
return" Then we headed back to our world and left the forest behind Our hearts singing with all the knowledge of love But somewhere, somehow, we lost the message along
tubby there Yeh? and so I thought I would just come and sing along I don't WANT you to sing-along, But... I want you to get out. ...but everybody sounds
you sing once more Miss Daae, it's time Twisted every way What answer can I give? I know I can't refuse And yet I wish I could Oh, God Christine,
for me nothing else left i can say when i refuse to say words that won't break through to you deny when you see me lie when you tell me i'm wrong it
swing I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks I sing, and chat, I do all of that It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack I
jack swing I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks I sing and chat, I do all of that It's 1991 and I refuse
book Watch 'em chill and cook Somethin' new for your ears, bro Sing along same sing song Wantin' to bail out the front door Which you lookin' at me more I
me I need her I need this The saddest songs can sing themselves, and just sing along So if death's the answer, then the question is the trigger And I
than I. I saw (the) inferno and (the) paradise I saw the beast and heard its lies I heard the sirens sing their songs I still don't know my way. I wandered
this shit I think about myself Wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the shelf But I refuse to be another violent casualty So when I'm rollin', I
GENUINE ALLIGATOR SHOES GIVE ME A CHEVOLET CAR AND A HONKYTONK BAR IT'S A RHYTHM THAT I CAN'T REFUSE GIVE ME A QUARTER FOR THAT JUKEBOX SO I CAN PLAY
things I see But I refuse to let my hope Become the latest casualty So I'll sing of love and truth And try to practice all I preach And If I can't change
