set 'em up, Joe and play 'Walking The Floor' Set 'em up, Joe and play 'Walking The Floor' I said, set 'em up, Joe and play 'Walking The Floor' Set 'em up, Joe
wish that I was in your arms Like that Spanish guitar And you would play me through the night 'Til the dawn I wish you'd hold me in your arms Like that Spanish guitar
Man, I know this real cool band They call themselves ATG The lead singer is so cool He sounds just like Billy Joe. ATG! ATG! The next Green Day? I hope
. Set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor' Set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor' I said set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor' Set 'em up Joe
back to the wall It’s a crazy old life, and the guitar don’t lie The guitar don't lie The guitar don't lie The guitar don't lie The guitar don't lie
He sits all alone playing his guitar Out in the back of a little cafe. And no one seems to hear so he closes his eyes And just lets the music take him
a hero, On that minute fourteen Like a guitar hero Came a long way From that toilet bowl white though But I'ma be all right though [Chours] [Verse 3 - Fat Joe
trombone Can I get a little taste of that trombone? Right about now Uh, strike it, that's right Now tell you what I'm gonna do Jabone, stretch your nose Joe
're the perfect love song CHORUS-1 Ronald Isley,Babyface,Jodeci and Marvin Gaye Made melodies that can't be replaced But you...you're the perfect love song CHORUS-2 Joe
she was such a lovely child Now here she is with a gun in her hand Hey Joe, hey Joe, where're you going with that gun in your hand? Hey Joe, I said where
English boys Who knew each other in Birmingham They bought a drum and guitar Started a rock-roll band And Johnny played little violin And Bobby Joe
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh, my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh, my oh Son of a gun, we'll have
what happens when you're tied to those who never care [ ac.guitar ] We're above suspicion someday we'll know I couldn't be a good girl I couldn't be a good Joe
paper Two-door phantom, Avatar blue though Parked outta space shit, we call that bitch Pluto Grown living legend, in the hood I'm a hero On that minute fourteen like a guitar
I'm the type of guy to bust your eye, you lose your whiteness You comin' butt when you wish upon a star But I could never be butt, so yo, bust the guitar
My name's Joe, I'm the CEO Yeah, I'm the man makes the big wheels roll I'm the hand on the green light switch You get to be famous, I get to be rich
Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh, my oh, me gotta go Pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, sweetest one, me oh, my oh, son of a gun We'll have big