And you may walk a lonely road But you will never walk, walk, walk alone You will never walk, walk, walk alone You will never walk, walk, walk alone, oh, woah I got two, baby If you're in trouble I got you, baby Nothing that I wouldn't do, baby And

Say my name, say my name If you love me, let me hear you Let me hear you I am dying to believe you I feel alone in your arms I feel you breaking my heart Ooh-woah-oah If you're really being honest If you really want this (ooh-woah-oah)

Hey, here's to you California Beautiful haze of suburbia Living in the perfect weather Spending time inside together Na, na na, na na, na na, na na (woah-ohh) Beige little boxes in a row Neighbors and friends that you don't know Here's a form, go wait in

Woah oh oh oh Vámonos lejos, vámonos ya Oh oh, oh oh Con tu boquita aquí junto a mi sobra pa' vivir Qué mas puedo pedir Vámonos lejos, lejos de aquí Oh oh oh oh oh No importa el precio tu pon el lugar Woah oh oh oh (woah oh woah oh woah)

This is gonna be the best day of my life My li-i-i-i-i-ife Wo-o-o-o-o-oh, wo-o-o-o-o-oh I'm never gonna look back Woah, never gonna give it up I had a dream so big and loud I jumped so high I touched the clouds I stretched my hands out to the sky We

Oh woah oh oh woah oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us Oh, people like us we've gotta stick together It's hard to get high when you're living on the bottom We are all misfits living in a world on fire Everybody wants to throw it all

Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you Waterloo, couldn't escape if I wanted to Woah, woah, woah-oh Waterloo, finally facing my Waterloo Waterloo, I was defeated, you won the war Waterloo, promise to love you for ever more I feel like I win when I

Yo soy del barrio un famoso Yo soy de es quina del barrio soy Yo sé que soy soy Yo soy de esquina del barrio soy Es que mi esquina es saoco Que si caigo vuelvo y me levanto Woah oh oh oh Woah oh oh oh oh

Little hottie swingin' up in the swing No cover charge, get in for free Chillin' on a back porch, oh yeah Them good ol' boys pickin' six string Woah oh oh, leave your trouble at the door Woah oh oh, chillin' on a back porch No last call, let's party on

Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it) Don't play, we go drummin' for that bag (boh-boh) I slap her ass then I dab Runnin' to that bag (woah-woah) We be goin' for that bag (oh-oh) I smack her ass like that (that) Only want the head if she