Eins zwo drei vier Dir liebe Mama zu deinem Ehrentag Ich ware nie gewaschen Und mei?tens nicht gekammt Die Strumpfe hatten Locher Und schmutzig war mein
this modern design, My convertible top and the gals don't mind Sportin' with me, ridin' all around town for joy. (Spoken) -- Blow your horn, Rocket, blow your horn! (Horn
KATE Finally, I get to teach a whole lesson, all by my self! I'm going to teach something relevant, something modern. The Internet! The internet is really
cool it 'cause unless you overrule it We are ready to show you some blowin' A rompin' and a stompin' is a lot of fun Four brothers who are blowin' our horns
to men. Shepherd of goats upon the wild hills way, Lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day. The Horned God is our nature deity, Butt modern man would
't care, so don't be stupid Who builds the missiles? Who trains the God's? I am the rod in desperate women We can ask for nothing more Chocolate legs and velvet horns
run I'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and through I?m a horse soldier, eternal, through and through I's with Custer and the 7th in ?76 or ?77 Scalped at Little Big Horn
the block performed Soon cocky's norm Rappers and cocky form Went together like college and sloppy dorms But the flows were butter like poppin' corn And the shows would get you hyped like Rocky horns
be harder then I thought If you?re coming from street, with dirty shoes on your feet That?s a technical foul If you switch the radio to some modern music
, as U.S. dollars are spent To rid the native insurgence in Mexico And any other U.S. corporate interests The 3rd world is a modern day playground, for
thyself to men, sheperd of goats, upon the wild hills way, lead thy lost flock from darkness unto day". the Horned God is our nature deity, yet modern
I stare at the stars surrounded by trees Sometimes I feel like a fallen leaf Blown away by wind realities Strong breeze, but you're free I took the block off the horn
I'm here to just confirm what I've been Really always sayin' About modern jazz It's the savior of the nation And I'll believe it if you do too The rhythm
I'm here to just confirm What I've been really always sayin' about modern jazz It's the savior of the nation and I'll believe it if you do too The rhythm
Queen of all my sleepless nights For whose beauty I, Faun, have played my pipes, with heart Queen in white silk, skin like milk Horns of Faun, lips of
had another drink, before we sat to eat, The liquor was so awful strong, I quickly fell asleep. Chorus: ([Spoken] Henry Crun: Oh, come on, Min; play that modern
sing Rock A real old fashioned trio Who are simply known as Millie, Rose and Mame THOROUGHLY MODERN MILLIE Everything today is thoroughly modern Check
U.S. (tax) dollars are spent to rid the native insurgence in Mexico, and any other U.S. (corporate) "interests" the 3rd world is a modern day playground
