same old story I had to hear it over again. I said, Lord, Lord, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again. I said, Lord knows, she had the same old story
Translation: Blue Cheer. The Same Old Story.
here, take note and let hope float I'm still here, take notes and let hope float You can do the same shit that I'm doin' You can do the same thing that
Down at the switchboard of the old Tell N' Tale They got some fascinating stories to tell Connie and Val nice old gals Minding the back of the store for
feel what suckers dealt, All your life you stuffed your face, now you're dead I rest my case. Got a story here to tell, so you better listen well. some old
the burglar? - You mean he was dead when you got home? [Amos Hart] I'm covering for her. She was telling me cock and bull story story about this burglar
And a kid on the street just reads And reads and reads and reads And reads and reads and reads Boy it's them hard case city blues Cagney is the news
Year. The lovely Violet Hilton Has accepted a marriage proposal From Mr. Buddy Foster! Company: We've got rosy red days ahead Under dreamy blue cloudless sky As the old
like elevators Where my ops in full swing, I'll be standing on top of skyscrapers Seventy stories or more Eventually the public'll Know my story, fa'
here. Take notes and let hope float. You can do the same shit that I'm doin'. you can do it. You can do the same thing that I'm doin'. Uh-huh. Be abidin
