without the need to live And you're changin' wind may bring you back to blue again I'm havin' a time tellin' my children when, yeah Blue water, blue
Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W.C. Handy, won't you
hanches Tropic Blues Bar Musique d'un soir On s'aime tout bas Et puis on s'en va Tropic Blues Bar Tropic Blues Bar Tropic Blues Bar Musique d'un soir
Tropic blues bar Musique d'un soir On s'aime tout bas Et puis on s'en va Tropic blues bar Tropic blues bar Tropic blues bar Musique d'un soir On s'aime
blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
Put on my blue suede shoes and I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the delta blues In the middle of the pouring rain W.C. Handy, won't you
daisies in the air Oh, oh, Valentino Oh, oh, my tears don't show But oh honey they flow Well, I crossed the lakes and mountains, ended up in Hollywood Playing piano
Put on my blue suede shoes and I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W. C. Handy - won't
amethyst to deep and deeper blue lamps light with a pale green glow the trees of the avenue the old piano plays an air sedate and slow and gay she bends
love great jokes Animal: Animal dance!! Scooter: I've got my computer Skeeter: I swing through the air Rowlf: I play the piano Gonzo: And I have blue
blue suede shoes and I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta blues In the middle of the pouring rain Touched down in the land of the Delta blues
dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos to getting
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
ry word's the Gospel truth Got witnesses ta prove it, too, 'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton Now Milton was o-fficial tour director, Electrical piano
wall, up the wall [Instrumental (Piano, Acoustic and Electric Guitar)] So I listen now to this spirit of mine Floating in clean air and then I face
smilin' everywhere Boots and ribbons, locks of hair And laughter and old blue suits and easter gowns Now the sailors' gone, the room is bare The old piano
People smiling everywhere, boots and ribbons, locks of hair And laughter and old blue suits and Easter gowns" Now the sailor's gone, the room is bare, the old piano
fear out that hoe Oh, he Tela in the change, I put the 'G' in the game Put the 'P' in the pimp, brought back the blue to the flame Break a bitch like