Ball Tongue! You were my bride, when does our friendship end? I'm not gonna give in There you are alone With no hope of ever having something to be proud of Something earned without begging Yes, I know you're a person, a person close to me Who do you

In the ghetto (in the ghetto) On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The

Well, I'm not talkin' bout locking down forever, baby. That would be too demanding. I'm just talkin' bout two lonely people who might reach a little understanding. I'm not talkin' bout knocking out heaven with whether we're wrong or we're right. I'm not

Oh ouh oh ouh oh, on va danser le zouglou! Nous on est venu pour ambiance! C'est ca le zouglou dance! Joie de vivre, faut draguer Joie de vivre, partager Joie de vivre, nous on a ca! Joie de vivre, on fait voguer! Oh ouh oh ouh oh, venez danser le

'Cause they ain't never seen a war like me. Son of Sam. Goddamn, I might be the son of Sam. The only child of a holy man. I stand alone for all to see, (Goddamn) Son of Sam. Son of Sam. Paint it black and white if you like, And I will catch you, but who

Bounce pogo, Jump, bounce, up, down She had so many friends, Gliding through many hands. Jump, bounce, down, up I went out on a date, With a girl, a bit late,

And in who's arms you're gonna be So darlin', save the last dance for me Just don't forget who's takin' you home You can dance Every dance with the one who gives you the eye Let him hold you tight You can smile Every smile for the one that hold your hand

Get rhythm when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones Get taps on your toes and just get gone Little shoeshine boy never gets low down But he's got the dirtiest job in town Bendin' low at the

Honey, whaddya do for money So stop your love on the road All your digging for gold You make me wonder Whaddya do for money What you gonna do You're working in bars Riding in cars Never gonna give it for free

Geen ice, maar je pussyhole dript (Aye) Dus dip, dip, dip, dip Dip, dip, dip, dip Raar, raar, raar, raar Raar, raar, raar Zij kan bukken op een hele enge whip (Wow) Ewa dushi, het is zonde als je zit (Ja) Doe het voor die ba-tra-tra