Of course sometimes shit go down When it's a billion dollars on an elevator I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell 'em Say "I look so good tonight" God damn, God damn, God damn Dum-da-de-da Do, do, do, do, do, do (Coming down,

Dum di da di, dum di da di, dum di da di, dum di da di Ich lieb' den Sonnenschein Mal wieder Sommer sein? Ich lieb' den Frühling Wann wird es endlich Schnee, Eis und Kälte Müssen bald vergehen Ich lieb' den Sommer Ich lieb' den Sand, das Meer

Sing us a song, you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, we're all in the mood for a melody La la, di da da da dum And you got us feeling alright It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old man sitting next to me

Goodbye Sister Disco With your flashing trash lamps And to your clubs and your tramps My dancing's left you behind Goodbye, now you're solo Black plastic; deaf, dumb and blind As I walked through that hospital door I was sewn up like a coat I got a smile

Dum-da-da-da-da-da-dum I promise I can change See you can find me The tallest building, in the tallest city And I will build a ladder to the rooftops Screaming from my lungs, "I'm sorry I messed up" So darling, won't you stay here? Darling, if you stay

Eine Wau-wau-wau, Ratatsching-daderatabum. Eine Muh, eine Mäh, Eine Täterätätä, Eine Tute, eine Rute, Eine Hopp-hopp-hopp-hopp, Eine Diedeldadeldum, Außer Kuchen-zeug Bringt noch der gute euch:

Komm her, bleib hier Wir sind gut zu dir Wir sind Brüder dir Weiter, weiter ins Verderben Wir müssen leben bis wir sterben Ein dumpfes Grollen treibt die Nacht Aus den Wolken tropft ein Chor Kriecht sich in das kleine Ohr (Aus den Wolken tropft ein Chor)

Otra noche en Miami Otra noche sin ti Otra noche en Miami (Yeh) Diez en punto de la noche y salgo como de costumbre Prendas en diamantes que cieguen cuando me alumbre Me diferencio de la muchedumbre A mi estilo puede que no te acostumbre' No sé si irme

La la, di da da da dum Sing us a song tonight Oh, la la la, di da da Sing us a song you're the piano man Well we're all in the mood for a melody And you got us feeling alright It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old

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