So you think you know just what goes on inside your head, my friend There is so much more than you and I can comprehend Things that make you laugh, things
I'm a happy man I made my choice in life I chose to settle down I chose to take a wife And I take pleasure in my quiet Hearth and happy home I never
Once in an evening she entered in the pub There was something that pushed him up He had a blackout, he's lost control He moved his feet straight to her
I've got the money, I've got the place You've got the figure, you've got the face Let's get together, the two of us Over a glass of champagne. I've got
Girls Girls Girls Yellow red black or white add a little bit of moonlight For this intercontinental romance. Shy girl sexy girl they all like that fancy
I've got sunshine pouring down on me And the sea shining like pearls I've got wine cooling in a palm tree shadow Now all I need is a girl I've got blue
I guess I'm an old-fashioned dreamer Walking the street on my own Out of date, like the old-fashioned steamer No longer feeling at home For now romance
Tell me why does your secretary hide up above In your upstairs apartment, ready for love When you know that you're lost in the heat of the action leave
We do the Cha-Cha we do the Rumba but we prefer to do the Cumbia. We do the Conga we do the Samba but we prefer to do the Cumbia. Cumbia para el deseo
Well the table is set the candles are lit And there's the knock on the door. Boy! She's looking pretty all dressed up Now who could have wished for more
Whatever happened to the crazy dames With the red ruby lips Whatever happened to the burning flames With the swing on the hips She makes you turn when
Komm in mein Boot ein Sturm kommt auf / und es wird Nacht Wo willst du hin so ganz allein / treibst du davon Wer halt deine Hand wenn es dich / nach unten
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Ties that bind, Knots that fail or A scrimshaw carved in soap instead of bone Humankind as the sailor Embarking without hope of a safe way home Keep
What do you do with a drunken sailor, What do you do with a drunken sailor earl-eye in the mornin'? Way-hey, and up she rises, Way-hey, and up she rises
Underneath a silver moon, the ship is like a ghost, She's been out there for a week, just waiting for the wind to blow, But now she's off and running,
[Chorus:] On my way to Italy from the Gulf of Mexico Riding on a tanker, feeling mighty low My good gal's behind me, no loving for so long I'm going back
Sailor, I love you But you only love the sea Sailor, what's happening to me Like a ship in a bottle You ache for the sea Sailor, ache a little for me