Ole man trouble Ole man trouble leave me alone Go find you someone else to pick on I live my live and now you see now Please stay away from me, oh now Ooo oh yeah, Oh I look like I'm down in my luck

I'm still standing yeah yeah yeah Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid I'm still standing after all this time Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind I'm still

Je voudrais être noir Et c'est pourquoi je voudrais Yeah, yeah! Yeah! Hey hey hey, Monsieur Wilson Picket Hey hey hey, toi Monsieur James Brown S'il vous plaît dites-moi comment vous faites Monsieur Charles, Monsieur King, Monsieur Brown Moi je fais de

Waitin' on a woman Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall He sat down in his overalls and asked me You waitin' on a woman I nodded yeah and said how 'bout you He said son since nineteen fifty-two I've been When I picked her up for our first date I told her

Pick me, pick me yea Live alone, lone single Atleast, atleast yea Everyone is waiting Everyone is hollow

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Yeah, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother

Go ahead and pick up all the cash Get a plastic bag You danced all night, girl, you deserve it Maybe one day, maybe one day This a good night to dance on me Oh yeah, oh yeah Go ahead and pick up all this cash If anybody know

Good fortune comes our way And we ride down Kings Highway, yeah yeah Lover, I'll await the day When the time gets right I'm gonna pick you up And take you far way from From trouble my love Under a big ol' sky

Llévame, llévame, donde dejé mi corazón (yeah, yeah) Llévame, llévame, llévame oh Llévame a ciudad de sol Wind it up slow for me, pick it up, pick it up Solo a ciudad de sol Feel it coming over me (tonight) Solo así junto a ti Don't let the city break

This is your hometown My hometown Your hometown I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair