Roll over Beethoven, roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news Roll over Beethoven, dig these rhythm and blues? Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ It's a jumping little record I want my

On a balcony over the sun In a chair by the rail, high above everyone Like the tan on my skin, our names in the sand Girl you, faded away We made love as the waves rolled in And we owned that town for one weekend Like the sound of the boat Starting up,

I'm ready to let the rivers wash over me I'm ready to let the rivers wash over me I want to wake up and know where I'm going Say I'm ready Say I'm ready I want to go where the rivers are overflowing and I'll be ready I'll be ready

Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Willy and the Poorboys are playin' Down on the corner, out in the street Down on the corner, out in the street, Early in the evenin' just about supper time, Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind. Four kids on

Kiss me on my shoulder Tell me it's not over Remind me that I'm older To be brave smart, sweet and bolder And don't give up on what we're trying to do I promised to always come home to you Don't count the miles, Count the "I love you's" I need something

This story is about love The woman I loved is dead There was a boy A very strange enchanted boy They say he wandered very far Very far over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise, was he And then one day

Here's my story and I'm stickin' to it Shh, they're about to start the movie Hear ye, hear ye Disturbing Tha Peace presents, "Theater of the Mind" Get your popcorn, get your popcorn You scoot over to the left a little bit Single file line now It's an

On the water, Cover me in rag and bones, sympathy. 'Cause I don't wanna get over you. I don't wanna get over you. It's only my half of heart alone, Sorrow found me when I was young, Sorrow waited, sorrow won. Sorrow that put me on the pills, It's in my

If I could change yesterday I would take back the time I gave to you Start over and rise from the black and blue Don't say you're not to blame Don't say you're not the one to blame You dragged me through your darkness to soak up all the rain And don't

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more