Don't feel sorry 'Bout the way it's gone Don't you worry 'Bout what you've done Remember, remember today Remember when you were young How the hero was never hung Always got away Remember, how the man

I, I found out I told you before stay away from my door Don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother The freaks on the phone won't leave me alone So don't give me that brother, brother, brother, bROTHER Now that I showed you what I been through

Debout sans savoir où aller Maman mes amies sont parties J'ai beaucoup grandi Debout sans savoir qui je suis, j'ai vingt ans (oh non) He yeah yeah yeah (oh non) He yeah yeah yeah (oh non, oh non, non, non) J'ai perdu la notion du temps (du temps) À tout

People say we got it made Don't they know we're so afraid We're afraid to be alone Everybody got to have a home Just a boy and a little girl Trying to change the whole wide world The world is just a little town Everybody trying to put us down

Que pasa, New York? New York City, back in New York City, New York City Standing on the corner Just me and Yoko Ono We was waiting for Jerry to land Up come a man with a guitar in his hand Singing, "Have a marijuana if you can" His name was David Peel

Hold on John John hold on, it's gonna be alright You're gonna win the fight Hold on Yoko Yoko hold on, it's gonna be alright You gonna make the flight When you're by yourself And there's no one else You just have yourself

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the

Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, They gave him ten for two Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free In the stir for breathing air What else can the judges do? It ain't fair, John Sinclair Won't you care for John Sinclair? Let him be, set him free Let him be like you

Oh my gosh, look at her butt My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun (Look at her butt) Look at, look at, look at Look, at her butt Little in the middle but she got much back I'm on some dumb shit, by the

Oh! Hé! Hein! Bon! Oui, je sais je perds tout mais c'que j'veux pas C'est qu'on se moque de moi La la la la la la la La la la la la la Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait de mes clés? Mes lunettes et mes papiers? Mon veston, mon lorgnon? Mon étui d'accordéon?