trick and go stupid up on the dick So I get 'em hot, thinkin they're gonna get it As they sit, rubbin their legs like a cricket To you it may be funny
to know But right now what I need most in my life's More Beaver Wally, Ward and June them there Cleavers Nothin' else'll do, Seinfeld's awful funny
'cause I found out you'll learn It's your ass in the future if you fart on someone's furniture Not everyone thinks having no class is funny A fool is
the rear-view mirror blinkin? Were them state trooper?s lights all spinnin? ?round Well we rolled down the windows So we didn?t think that he would notice Something smellin? funny
lucky Jade is much harm Ya'll pissin' over the beats, I'm shittin' on ya front lawn You want it, it could be on, fuck the piano's and horns Take it back
keep remembering forever and ever I'll love you dear as long as I live [ piano ] I never thought that night we parted that life alone could be so bad I know it sounds funny
I always had To tell her to relax And a cat can slip in doors Through multitudes of cracks And it's funny what they'll do 'Cause cracks lead outside
the old man is snoring I'm inspired by the rain It's raining, it's pouring the mirror man is snoring I'm inspired by the rain again and again I'm funny
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
that I remember is the pain Your actions made your feelings know the feeling that you had was gone No use to try to build in all again Funny when you
Written by: Harry Nilsson Vocals: Harry Nilsson Piano: Nicky Hopkins Bouzoukia: Cris Spedding Performed with the Pop Arts String Quartet, arranged
People my people -- the cat in the steeple -- and everyone here I need your ear so be cool for a few I feel a funny emotion, a negative notion a tear
us sound Like a Tennessee Williams play Honest, it's amazing That we can get together at all For in between the saddle and the grand piano We can read
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier) Steve vai (guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott thunes
that's catchier than pink eye. I'll leave you to it. Cioffi: Well, at least now you'll have a few minutes alone with your piano. Aaron: Alone, yeah
I told them you were a fucking genious! FRANKIE: THERE I GO, THERE I GO THERE I GO, THERE I GO PRETTY BABY YOU ARE THE SOUL WHO SNAPS MY CONTROL SUCH A FUNNY
Chicago on the night of their assasination, April 17, 1928) Volstead, Volstead we don't think much of your act it isn't funny, it's losing money we reckon
life I used to be the smart one Sharp as a tack Funny how that skipping years ahead Has held me back I used to be the bright one Top in my class Funny