Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin', been told long time ago, Oh, big conniver, nothing but a jiver, done got hip to your jive, Slippin' and a slidin', peepin' and a hidin', won't be your fool no more. Oh Malinda, she's a solid sender, you know

I just need some time, ooh Please don't call my phone, I need some time Just to sit and think about my life It's been every day nonstop every night Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Get your kicks on Route 66 Oklahoma city looks oh so pretty You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona don't forget Winona Kingsman, Barstaw, San Bernadino Would you get hip to this kindly trip Well if you ever plan to motor west Just

Something in the way you move Something in the way you do it Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh But tonight I'm gonna lose it all Playing with fire, I was the first to fall Heart is sinking like a cannonball Baby, kill it, what you waiting for?

(Oh) the thunder, Hell or Glory I don't want anything in between Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes Daddy said, "you gotta show the world the thunder!" Life's just a pay stub on death Only less diligent

People say we got it made Don't they know we're so afraid We're afraid to be alone Everybody got to have a home Just a boy and a little girl Trying to change the whole wide world The world is just a little town Everybody trying to put us down

Oh no, oh no You know life can be long Sometimes I feel I've had enough How can I go forward when I don't know which way I'm facing How can I go forward when I don't know which way to turn How can I go forward into something I'm not sure of How can I

And so this is Christmas A very Merry Christmas And a happy new year Let's hope it's a good one Without any fear Another year over The near and the dear one The old and the young And so happy Christmas

Bring your sweet loving Bring it on home to me Oh, you better bring it to me Yeah, yeah, yeah If you ever Change your mind About leaving Leaving me behind You know I laughed

Je n'peux pas baisser mon froc Je vais faire tomber mon Glock (Tomber mon Glock) Igo, je déploie mes ailes comme un charo Tu vas finir sur le carreau Ces char-clos sont complètement paros Ils sont pas carrés, ils n'ont pas un rond Oh Manu Le Coq, oh Manu