I just want to get freaky baby You want me to do what? What are those? You want me to stick those in what? What is on your nasty mind? (Nasty mind, nasty mind) Don't you want to get fucked from behind? (From behind, from behind)

La Paloma, ade (La Paloma, ade) Wie die wogende See So ist das Leben ein Kommen und Gehen Und wer kann es je verstehen? Doch wer kann es je verstehen? Wenn rot wie Rubin die Sonne im Meer versinkt Ein Lied aus vergangener Zeit in den Herzen klingt Das

And that's a reason for me to fight And all I know, I won't leave you behind Never have I believed in something so strong Nothing left to go wrong Never will I break this bond And now, I'm making a promise to get through We'll tear it all down and light

How does a ragtag volunteer army in need of a shower Somehow defeat a global superpower? How do we emerge victorious from the quagmire? Leave the battlefield waving Betsy Ross’ flag higher? Turns out we have a secret weapon An immigrant you know and love

And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed My destructive side has grown a mile wide Understand once he was a family man So surely I would never, ever go through it first hand Emulate all the

We're gonna get it, get it together right now Gonna get it, get it together somehow Gonna get it, get it together and flower Oh oh oh oh oh oh We're gonna get it, get it together I know Gonna get it, get it together and flow Gonna get it, get it together

O, Serpent and Lion! I invoke Thee! Inside the shrine called life By the seven wonders By myriad mortals That have gone And are to come Outside desert ov restriction

Save your prayers Don't shed a tear, don't shed a tear for me I'm in trouble When you lay my body down These are my confessions When you throw me in the ground Turn your heart To the trail Of souls behind me

From up and down, and still somehow I've looked at life from both sides now It's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all Rows and floes of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds

Make Money, Make Money, (ahh) but don't bow fi it Money don't change we, Wi ah money changa, If you dis wi ah danga, Wi work hard fi wi paper, 'Cause wi wan big van, An' wi wan skyscrapa, (Ghetto yute!!) Don't bow don't fuck nuh batty eh,