I come from the tin pan valley and I'm moving right along I live on former glory, so long ago and gone I'm turning down the talk shows, the humour and
thinkin' about The jaws of life They chew you up Spit you right back into the frying pan, frying pan The frying pan, frying pan The frying pan, frying pan
So many people, so many backgrounds So many different experiences, managed to come together With a common cause and think as if they were one person
I come home from work this evening There was a note in the frying pan It said fix your own supper babe I run off with the fuller brush man And I miss
Pan Dowdy Makes your eyes light up Your tummy say "Howdy." Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy I never get enough of that wonderful stuff Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan
Went down to Tin Pan Alley See what was going on Things was too hot down there Couldn't stay very long Hey hey hey hey Alley's the roughest place I've
va Dispara pan y al vino, vino Que contigo viene y contigo se va Pan, pan, pan, pan, vino, oh, oh Pan, pan, pan, pan, vino, oh, oh Al pan, pan y al
hatin' ya'll so much so I won't stop You'll never really know Out of the frying pan and into the fire Nobody knows me 'cept me and my mother Out of the frying pan
Gather 'round This is the tombstone Of Peter Pan R.I.P. Say a prayer For all the children Everyone That still believes Peter Pan R.I.P. Clear the
This be the dawning of the age of dead water Stitchin every b-boy fragment Somebody live enough to bust through the belly with a fist up This is a right
Like Dionysus and Cernunnos The muses sing in thine glory I am one of thousand in thy flock Be my shepherd, guide my cock Oh universal Pan Reveal thyself
I, pan satyros rise I through ye spiral light follow'd I ye path ov a'yin, where ye all-begetting eye rests across ye cascade ov sensations and ye consciousness
Pan, pan, pan, pan, vino, oh, oh Pan, pan, pan, pan, vino, oh, oh Al pan, pan y al vino, vino No cojas la rosa, que esta tiene espinas Al pan, pan
I was stumbling into battle i was walking into walls 'till i walked myself to peter and i let my shadows fall. he's a boy who never ages. rides
They tell me Tin Pan Alley The roughest place in town They start cuttin' and shootin' As soon as the sun goes down Oh, tell me What kind of place can
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For all the girls that have interest in me. Please forget me. Just go home. I'm breaking bones Over roaming free, empty, and with nowhere to go. Who wants