Yeah, c'mon Hey, there's nothing I hate in No, there's nothing I hate in There's nothing I hate in the world like waitin' And there're things in life
Daddy can I have a war? I had no army before Let me finish off what you never did And sell it off for the highest bid Maybe maybe maybe The time has
Hey won't you come to try and fill my shoes They don't walk so well Hey can you take the death inside my heart It don't beat so well Bridge And I wait
My God is I am who I am The spotless Lamb He's the Son of Man He's the absolute perfection He's my resurrection And by God he's my protection! God is
Welcome my friends to this beautiful Sunday My wife burn my tie on the stove just the other day Your Mama, your Daddy, your greasy, greasy Granny Let'
Guess I'm filled with the Christmas spirit Celebrate a jolly man in red Hope my kids don't find out Santa Clause isn't real Maybe I should have told them
Take my eyes from me, so I will see in spirit Change my mind to think, on what you see fit The heavens declare your glory, but does my witness May you
You've heard the story of Minnie The Moocher She was a red hot hoochie coocher She was the roughest, toughest frail Now Minnie had a heart as big as a
Folks, here's a story about Minnie the Moocher She was a red hot hoochie-koocher She was the roughest, toughest frail But Minnie had a heart as big as
I was walkin' up the street actin' wicked bow? But deep down in my pockets, I had no goal I was lookin' kinda sad when before my eyes It was a million
Folks here's a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher She was a red hot hoochie coocher She was the roughest, toughest frail But Minnie had a heart as big as
With a long white beard and his crooked staff He walks around while the folks all laugh With a twinkle in his eye he will pass them by The old man of
Say, man What's the matter with that cat over there? I don't know, man, I think he's losin' his mind Losin' his mind? Yeah I think he lost his mind
Here's a little tune we're gonna play for you There ain't nothin' to it and it's easy to do Called the Calloway Boogie, the Calloway Boogie It keeps you
I'm a two pack a day man, smoke like a fiend Like a burned out bearing in a bad machine I can't breath in the morning 'til l get myself a cigarette lit
Перевод: Terence Trent D'Arby. Папа у меня может быть война?.
Перевод: Ученик. Мой папа может Whip Your Daddy.
Перевод: Роджер Миллер. Папа винить все Человек не может выйти.