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Orchestră

(Instrumental)

that were left on the sand become bathing beach bunnies being wooed by seashells singing elegant choruses Little viola hidden in the orchestra, how

Yo G, they can't stop me from rappin', can they? Can they, ha? I spit it through the wire man It's too much stuff in my heart right now man I'd gladly

A place where nobody dared to go, the love that we came to know They call it Xanadu And now, open your eyes and see, what we have made is real We are

I wanna mambo, sambo, do my number Hold my baby all the summer Every time I hear that mellow saxophone I wanna rip it, rock it, really bop it Flip it

Boys, I've got the sign The pieces fit, the stars align Now the plan's unfurled We need the king The king of the whole damn world The punks on the street

When it's rainin' and times are hard And there's too much junk in the backyard You hope for a rainbow, be it lotto or keno In the trailer park, that's

Someday, some way I've got a place I wanna go I don't know where I don't know how Someday, today I wanna let you know The time for us, baby is now Leave

The trouble train is comin' It's been rollin' through this town Since I don't know when The trouble train they call it And once you're on it You just