Elisabeth : "Cab!" Carry mine and I'll walk like you Will nod or go and get a cab Think nothing of it. I feel fine Carry mine and I'll walk like you Will
Перевод: Solex. Низкий удар и жесткий Bop.
good comrade' I just don't think they never ever had a better day What a day that was. Hmmm... Sure she had to much manly gossip and old brandy She reported
have all this sunshine but they still buy hardtop cars Cross your hands on the steering wheel A little curve in the road And suddenly you are proceeding east ... another and
They were all using mirrors To study thei mouth Movements for themselves They were all Learning that The curve is the thing When making up lips
the eye And she fell in the inglenook She's so flat and tenderfoot Forelocks in the way Absolute If you will, romp in the nook And a bit knee-high And
dancing girls were practicing Their high kicks I've also been skanking across My kitchen floor to these sounds Or, as one critic might have phrased it (And
then saw with the huge head) Hey! They raced each other the same way Hey! Raced him with their tray, only for a day He snapped his fingers and then recited
by a person asking for money in an alley They not only wrote like him They also walked with his rolling slouch Drank likehis heroes and heroines, Cultivated a hard-boiled melancholy And
replaces his hat and rubbed his hands like that Two dogs waved their tails and ran ahead to jail, wow! He combs his whiskers and rubs up his shoes And
He writes rhymes for his friends' children Dotes on mystery stories And at the slightest provocation he sings folk songs Of key and in key Here and
and I'll walk like you Will nod or go and get a cab Think nothing of it. I feel fine Carry mine and I'll walk like you Will nod or go and get a cab Here
We went to the local fish-shack restaurant And ordered two dozen crabs dusted with cayenne Steamed up and served with a pair of wooden mallets I never
the sharp smell Just tore off some tender new tips The afternoon wind struck him and Blew up his hair and ruffed his shirt Shoot shoot! He came in his breeches and
himself lord of a private road Right after the first few notes All the goats turned their heads They would get fed He was a tall lanky guy With stooped shoulders and
Say to Say Pel
What you'll do I do too So that The dot on the I between the H and the T The tap on the knee The pot for the pee Keep on doing what you're doing 'cause