I SING OF A WHISTLE (Robert Burns) I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of' a Whistle, the pride of the North, Was brought to the court of
a teacup, reads a poem off the teacup and covers his face with a page of a poem on the teacup and sings, "What a terrible lie you told me. That you're
Thought I heard a blackbird singing Up on Bluebird Hill Call me a whinin' boy if you will Born where the sun don't shine And I don't deny my name Got
a sailor, forming winds Both foul and fair all swarm Down in Carlisle, he loved A lady many years ago Here beside him stands a man A soldier from the
a taxi to the fountainhead Blinking neon penny arcade A young Caruso on the fire escape Painted face ladies on parade A newsboy on the corner Singing
Through red tail lights a shadow moved slow across the ground And off somewhere a midnight train is slowly passing by I could hear that whistle moaning, I'm so lonesome I
seh nuthin' when me start get toughen She a rise up me muscle and me blood carpuscle Heart a beat, a so di gal a give trouble So me sing seh Gal mi
I'm sick of all your whistling Hot as Hades, early eighties Sing another song and make me Feel like I'm in love again (Yeah) I lose the way I am Oh
I probably would get bumped more if I was a gangster But I am a gangsta, call me the gangsta of love!!! I love good music, I love my momma I love myself, I
day I sit back relax and listen to the music play With headphones on my head a yes I bump and I sway And I've been rhyming through your house, yes I'
your song to sing All of our debts wove with regrets Upon a golden string And he found the old coat hung on a post Like a ragged wing And took as his
on the street know [whistles whistles] Iced-out, lit-up make the kids go [whistles] All the people on the street know [whistle whistle] CHORUS: 'Cause I
, stripes, or whistles I ain't felt this good since my wood lived off a thistle Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels Fo shizzle dizzle, I'm on a
her with a candy, some with a pearl Me I like her longer with a five twenty swirl Im a ghetto rich nigga so I stay dropping cash She high maintance I
If you will listen, a song I will sing About my daddy who drove a log train Way down in the southland, in old Alabama We lived in a place that they call
listen a (g) song I will (d) sing About my daddy who ran a log (a) train Way (d) down in the southland in (g) old ala- (d) bam We lived in a place that
sweet talkin' is done A woman's a two-face, a worrisome thing Who'll leave ya to sing the blues in the night" Now the rain's a fallin', hear the train a