ufficiale, la frittata e fatta!... allegramente col consenso generale, la frittata e fatta!... tra guastatori e giudici d'assalto tra sceneggiate ed indici d'ascolto praticamente la frittata
e ufficiale, la frittata e fatta!... allegramente col consenso generale, la frittata e fatta!... tra guastatori e giudici d'assalto tra sceneggiate ed indici d'ascolto praticamente la frittata
ispirazione per cucinare non mi manca mai! Non confondere la merda con la cioccolata, o gli stronzi con gli involtini, Io penso proprio, che oggi cucinero la frittata
per le gioie del cuore Non confondo un diodo con un transistor Se mi guardi bene da lontano scopri che non sono strano Se la frittata si fa girare da
per cucinare non mi manca mai! Non confondere la merda con la cioccolata, o gli stronzi con gli involtini, Io penso proprio, che oggi cucinero la frittata
You know I like my chicken fried A cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well, I was raised up Beneath the
Time: 3:15 beach bum music bmi Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios Brian wilson
I was walking down 42nd street one day, I wasn't workin'42nd street I was walkin 42nd street. And this amazing thing happened to me. It was July it
Yes, I am mother nature's son And I'm the only one I do what I want and I want what I see Huh, could only happen to me I'm so free, I'm so free Oh,
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She's a good girl, loves her mama Loves Jesus and America too She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis Loves horses and her boyfriend too It's a long day
The whole pie was your piece The fillin' your pride Jivin? ?round the kitchen Just carryin' on No pies are coolin' on the window Still empty inside Your
(lighter clicking in the background) now this is what im talking about baby(inhaling) and this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads get
Government authorize education Don't mean a thing They'll teach you what they want you to think Don't mean a thing Now saturation, stars and stripes
If dogs run free, then why not we Across the swooping plain? My ears hear a symphony Of two mules, trains and rain The best is always yet to come That
On six-six-six six, I was little, I didn't know Shit and on seven-seven-seven seven Eleven years later, still don't know any better By eight-eight-eight
