one Coke last us Till it?s time to scram Money, we really don?t need bad We make out alright Lettin? the other guy feed that Jukebox Saturday night
Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone Faded out with ragtime blues Handy's cast in bronze and he's standing in a little park With his trumpet in his hand Like
d rather lead a band [patter:] A saxophone, a slide trombone A bass fiddle and a drum A guy at the piano who makes it hum A violin, a clarinet A hot trumpet
Written:Guy Smith 1.What a beautiful thought I am thinking Concerning a great speckled bird Remember her name is recorded On the pages of God's Holy
understanding Some of us believe that we are chosen And if God is on our side we'll win the game And some of us believe that there's a heaven When the trumpets
, I may be shy. Data bank - I don't know, you wanna... you wanna go on a picnic or somethin'? But in living color, I'm a real neat guy. Data bank - Oh
Parents, pick your brats up At the lost and found I have given up, but I'm not giving up On the, on the goodness of men My nice guy routine is wearing
Sandy Duncan's creepy phony eye Neil Goldman: That awesome Thundercats cartoon Diane Simmons: Neil Armstrong landing on the moon Meg: Neil Armstrong? Wait was he the trumpet guy
You ain't heard nothing like this since Pow! You ain't heard nothing like this so God forgive me Fore I buss my ting right now Wow, I blow my own trumpet
The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone Faded out with ragtime blues Handy's cast in bronze And he's standing in a little park With a trumpet in his hand
're only going through the motions, baby With your engines humming You're just going through the motions, baby Feel like I'm in jail With you and Mr. Hyde A guy
Words & music by Suzanne Jennings, David Phelps & Guy Penrod. Just an ordinary day in Heaven, lookin? down the Streets of Gold. You can hear the strings
guy, The bad guy, Must die. OH YEAH! Kill the bad guy, Don?t ask why, NO TIME FOR QUESTIONS Y?ALL! Kill the bad guy, The bad guy, Must die [TRUMPET
down You ain't heard nothing like this since Pow! You ain't heard nothing like this so God forgive me Fore I buss my ting right now Wow, I blow my own trumpet
there was guy up on the hill, with a trumpet to his lips, i mean to tell you he knew how to blow that thing. there were women dressed in purple,
merciless Chill for a second what you dealing with I wasn?t gonna steel it you freaking all serious, Easy on the judgment you gone blown your trumpet