She loves a violin, I love a fiddle We go separate ways but we meet in the middle Don't see eye to eye but we're hand in hand A blue blooded woman and a redneck man The lady I love loves silk and satin She was raised uptown with a silver spoon Well, I

Feelin' free, free, free Party jumpin', until the morning Hands keep wavin', we misbehavin' 'Cause ain't nobody ready to go home We gon' keep it goin' all night long Yeah, party blazin', so hot and crazy Tonight, tonight Tú sabes que te gusta, deja eso

Mami yo me siento tuyo Yo sé que tú te sientes mía Dile al noviecito tuyo Que con él te sientes fría Y yo sé que conmigo estás mejor Todo Gucci o Christian Dior Te llevo chocolate, una flor Baby yo te hago el sexo y el amor Que él es una porquería

A la faveur de l'automne Revient cette douce mélancolie Un, deux, trois, quatre Un peu comme on fredonne De vieilles mélodies Posté devant la fenêtre Tu redonnes A ma mélancolie Ses couleurs de super-scopitone, oh

Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street Singing six months ain't no sentence And one year ain't no time I was born in Angola Serving fourteen to ninety

Devuélveme el corazón No quiero vivir así Devuélveme las promesas y la vida que perdí Devuélveme esa canción La que con sueños escribí Y llévate los recuerdos que me duelen más que a ti Yo no sé si fue cobardía La culpa fue mia No quise entender

Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! I said go, go Johnny! Said oh, go Johnny! You better be good Johnny B. Goode Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood

I looked at the skies running my hands over my eyes And I fell out of bed hurting my head from things that I said 'Till I finally died which started the whole world living Oh if I'd only seen that the joke was on me I started a joke which started the

Squalor Victoria Raise our heavenly glasses to the heavens Underline everything I'm a professional in my beloved white shirt I'm going down among the saints Out of my league, I have birds in my sleeves And I wanna rush in with the fools 3:30 in the last

Hey Bob I'm looking at what Jack was talking about And it's definitely not a particle that's nearby. It is a bright object and it's obviously rotating because it's flashing, It's way out in the distance, certainly rotating in a very rhythmic fashion