Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazón Oh mi corazón, oh mi corazón Spanish songs in Andalucia The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the vendanna open Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone Bullet holes in the

Ring a ring of roses A pocket full of posies Atishoo, atishoo We all fall down Ashes on the water Ashes in the sea Ashes on the riverside One, two, three

Them summer days, those summer days Freddie: Out of school, yeah Larry: County fair in the country sun Sly: And everything, it's true, ooh yeah All: Hot fun in the summertime x 4 All: End of the spring and

'Cause I will be a freak until the day until the dawn And we can pump, pump all through the night till the early morn Come on and I will take you around the 'hood on a gangsta lean 'Cause we can pump, pump any time of day it's all good for me 'Cause it's

Did your hood show you love?, did the hoes say you fly? If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky For the trillest, for the trillest As the champagne boils and the campaigns roar And the lights shine bright every night that plug,

All or nothing If you go all in, you got a lot to lose, my friend If you say "all in", you don't get to choose again You know what you're doing, but the clock is ticking Give it your best and then you're onto something And keeps on getting closer, closer

Why wait another minute With a preacher who could hook us up right away Love don't need a reason Baby I don't see how I could love you anymore than I do today So why wait For somethin' we should'a done yesterday? I know a little church What'aya say girl,

Old school Hollywood, washed up Hollywood Old school Hollywood, baseball Jack Gilardi's ten feet tall Me and Frankie Avalon Old school Hollywood, Baseball Tony Danza cuts in line

Doo wop a doo wop, shoopi doobi doo wop She give me Katchi All night long Well, well, well It's been such a long day I'm kinda tired, bring your soothing arms my way My back is achin' and my body sore Don't stop, honey, you know that I want more

Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've been hit by flying lead You'd better close