73 lyrics for "Bam bam bam bam, bam bam bam bam bam"

She says wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king She said wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king Listen everybody let me tell you 'bout the rock 'n' roll Feel that rhythm and it's really gonna thrill your soul She said come along with me, to a land of
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Ya ves que todo pasa, quién diría apenas los recuerdos De noche nos pasábamos las horas hablando de mil cosas por hacer y a veces en pequeñas discusiones llegaba a amanecer. Y siempre amanecia con un beso y tú, después me preparabas un café
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Amiga, 'cê 'tava bebaça Subindo na mesa, virando garrafa Tomou tudo, tomou fora Só não tomou vergonha na cara Tomou tequila, tomou cerveja Diz que aguenta bebida Tomou duas seguidas Perna bambeou Ainda não lembrou
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In your face Jealousy makes you nasty In your face! Yo-landi vi$$er! gooi! Bring it! Bam! you don't know who I am! I'm a phenomenon that you can never understand You don't know where I come from! you don't know where I hang! I fuck you when I slam with
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Y tuve que irme tras de ti, yo luego te hice reír Y pude sentir que conectábamos los dos, baby En el momento en que te vi, no pude mentir De la Ghetto Dime que tengo que hacer pa' conquistar tu piel Solo explícame porque es tan difícil acercarme a usted
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Bovay, Alabama Into the mane of my lover I'll lay my hands deep In the arms of the warmest colour I'll bury my hands deep Bovay, Alabama, Alabama
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Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a
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Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a
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Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people When the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try to dog him 'round Well, I was born in Mississippi And I don't take any stuff from you I've got my pistols in my pockets boys I'm Alabama bound I've got my pistols
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