1985, I arrived 33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived We wasn't s'posed to get past 25 Jokes on you motherfucker, we alive All these niggas popping now is young Everybody say the music that they make is dumb I remember I was 18 Money, pussy, parties, I

Janie's got a gun Her dog day's just begun Now everybody is on the run What did her daddy do? Dumb, dumb, dumb, honey what have you done? Run away run away from the pain yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Run away, run away, run, run away Dumb, dumb,

Skiddley-idle diddle dum Skiddley-um-uh-die diddle dum-day In a free and easy way That's made near Galway Bay Sligo and Leitrim too And we'll give them the slip And we'll take a sip Of the real old mountain dew Skiddley-um-uh die-diddle dum-day

It's a good story But I don't want to live it alone Crash to take a chance Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb On the day we were supposed to leave You changed your mind at the station You had a nice apartment There was a good bar downstairs Your old friend worked

How long has this been going on? 'Cause I ain't quite as dumb as I seem. To break up our singing this way, But there ain't any use in pretending. It could happen to us any day. Well, if friends with their fancy persuasion Don't admit that it's part of a

I'm not like them But I can pretend The sun is gone But I have a light The day is done But I'm having fun I think I'm dumb Or maybe just happy Think I'm just happy

Dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle To be so near you and not just hear you I think then maybe you'd see me, baby You'd be mine And you're only smiling When you play your violin Agnetha, Frida, dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle And we'd be together all

Vem meu amor, me tirar da solidão Vem para o Olodum, vem dançar no Pelô Vem meu amor, chega pra cá, me dar a mão O meu desejo é que eu possa te beijar Sentir seu corpo, me abrigar em seu calor Pois o que eu quero é ganhar o seu amor Eu não resisto um

Is it guilty in here, or is it just me? What became of all the boys Who only want one thing? Will someone tell me what I'm doin' wrong 'Cause the good ones all got wedding rings And the young ones are just too dumb And I don't think I have any more Room

My music at work Everything is bleak It's the middle of the night You're all alone and The dummies might be right No matter what you heard You feel like a jerk Avoid trends and cliches Don't try to be up to date