: Эй, танцуй веселей Рок индийских королей, - Это Бомбей буги, Буги-вуги Бомбей. Эй, танцуй веселей, Вместе с нами пой смелей, - Это Бомбей буги, Буги
но дэнс буги-вуги дэнс - еще... буги-вуги живет у меня в волосах буги-вуги сидит у меня на плечах о буги-вуги, буги с косой буги-вуги...
. И два шага вперед. Теперь присядь пониже… и поворот! Я люблю буги-вуги, Я люблю буги-вуги, Я люблю буги-вуги, Я люблю буги-вуги, я танцую буги-вуги
Computerized police sirens Yo, you hear 'em sirens I know you hear 'em Don't get scared It ain't five-o (naw) That's the funk yo (yeah) Don't act like
How did it come to this? Where did it all go wrong? Nothing seems to be what it used to be, And no one's happy I lie awake at night This feeling
I've seen the lightning leave me My baby just can't take Her eyes off me Chorus: Don't blame it on sunshine Don't blame it on moonlight Don't blame it
Are you ready? Are you ready? I hope you're ready Are you ready? 'Cause I am, said I'm ready to party, yes Grab your coat, get your keys 'Cause whatever
we gonna boogie 2nite, yeah, yeah, yeah we gonna boogie 2nite oh yeah. babe i will be rapin' you tonight in my bed with no clothes on. babe i say tonight
Gotta boogie, gotta boogie Gotta boogie, gotta boogie Gotta boogie, gotta boogie Gotta boogie, gotta boogie Gotta boogie, gotta boogie Gotta boogie on
Call me a pretty boy They call me a saint They call me a sinner It's gonna be the same Now I'm not afraid And I'm not a fear I ain't gonna lose it And
He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way. He had a boogie style that no one else could play. He was the top man at his craft, but then his number
He was a famous trumpet man out Chicago way He had a boogie style that no one else could play He was the top man at his craft, but then his number came
Come with me, come with me and we shall run across the sky. We illuminate the night. Ohhhh, I, I will try and guide you to better times and brighter days
I got a monster in my closet Someone's underneath my bed The wind's knocking at my window I'd kill it but it's already dead It waits till the midnight
Hey, pretty baby Don't you think you might give me a chance Get it on with me Go down-town for some loving romance And I know I ain't nothing I ain't
Well, He swings in a saddle He's a real gone cat With his spanish spurs And his buckaroo hat His camps in an old log shack Way back in the sticks. He
Say Come on and boogie with me Boogie with me. Come on and boogie with me Boogie with me. Dance dance dance dance Dance dance dance dance Come on and
Yeah, gangsta's make the world go ?round I heard that true Make things go up an' down I heard that's true I been through the full court pressure stage
