I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine. ?You are my sunshine, my only
's I saw him last night in the prime time news Shot and killed by a His birth to the earth was a big mistake Now, history was not my favourite subject
us playing with the gold marbles We wrote novels, now we live life in the bottle, before the devil sold me To the unholy, because my father told me I
Jacob Jacob and Sons (JOSEPH'S COAT) (Jacob) Joseph's mother, she was quite my favourite wife I never really loved another all my life And Joseph was my
works, policemen What the mothers did I didn't know Music tonight I just want your music tonight I saw her body organ She was laughing while pressing the keys She said my favourite
I remember her. Hey, how about: My favourite Uncle Ollie Runs an oatmeal factory Ernie: And you won't believe this: But my father's uncle's mother Was my
home with my monkey and my dog." [Jim:] "Thankyou." [Woman:] "I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog I'd like to be home with my monkey and my
re the main man with the burgers . . . FZ: "And the burger's my trip." Phyllis: And the burger's my trip and is such a groove, I wanna show my appreciation
of this island ever supped of life's bitter-sweet draught... I give you my hail, I give you my blood, I give you my life, O' sylvan liege. My life
we're walkin' in my footsteps (Walkin' in your footsteps) Walkin' in my footsteps (Walkin' in your footsteps) Walkin' in my footsteps (Walkin' in your footsteps) Walkin' in my
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
Mother says don't play down where your father does his job You know he's got to make a living, or move to Russia... (this is my world, this is my
Father hold father.I know, he hasn`t been easyTo be there for me.Hold my father, hold father.I know, he hasn`t been easy,But you will stay in my mind
Nina simone, gilbert o'sullivan I remember this afternoon When my sister came into the room She refused to say how my father was But I knew he'd be dying
Murphy, that she favours just a bit her father too? I'm proud of our darling daughter Mrs. Murphy, but you're my girl Mrs. Murphy . . . but you're my
see the sky Black earth trembles when the trains go by Bums on the corner tell you gently crawl up and die Well, I lost my girl and I missed my train
I was a tailor, I carried my bodkin and shears When I was a weaver, I carried my roods and my gear My temples also, my small clothes and reed in my hand
purest of them all: "Have no fear of predilection. For though he is my father, He is my source of shame. He join in sinful union With my unbeguiling