Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune Something to keep us all happy Do anything, take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy You are
I take a little powder Take a little salt Put it in my shotgun And I go walkin' out Chuba, chuba, wooley, booley Lookin' high, lookin' low Gonna scare
I've been watchin' you from afar For as long as I can remember You are all a real man can need And ever ask for, this is love This is more than a crush
I need a Vegematic! I need a Pocket Fisherman! I need a handy appliance That'll scramble an egg while it's still inside its shell! (Operators are standing
I visit Mr. Frump in the hospital I see him most every day And when I see Mr. Frump in his iron lung This is what I hear him say You know, Mr. Frump
We givin' honor to God Who's a head of our house Thankin' Him for His many blessings And all He's done for us And Blackstreet would like to share All
We givin' honor to God Who's a head of our house Thanking Him for his many blessings And all He's done for us And blackstreet would like to share All
Ouija are you with me? Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda me now. Dear Mr. Ouija, I want to know my future, will I die of murda, of bloody murda? Come come
(All I have in this world) -- Tony 'Scarface' Montana [ continues through intro ] Hey Shit Yeah nigga, that's That - that - that This - this is some
Have an egg roll, Mr. Goldstone Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone Any spare that I can spare, I'll be glad
God evening Mr. Waldheim And Pontiff how are you? You have so much in common In the things you do And here comes Jesse Jackson He talks of common ground
TOKYO, SEOUL, LONDON, N.Y. kimama ni sekai o drive tonight Kakuchi de hiro suru nyu sutairu mita koto nai mono dake mise tageru Hora kotchi o mite sukoshi
They're gonna know that it's true They're gonna know that it's true They're gonna know that it's true They're gonna know that it's true, oh yeah There
In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox With the best of country music, old and new You can hear your five selections for a quarter And somebody
My name is mister jones I get inside your bones I know just how To make you tweek you soon will be my freak because I know what You need I control your
We've taken all you've given Yet it's gettin' hard to make a livin' Mr. President have pity on the working man We ain't asking you to love us You may
I was up and sown all night Thoughts stick to me like glue Sometimes the sunrise doesn't look so good When the sun sets down on you Too much talkin'
