Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out - yeah And floating around in ecstasy So don't stop
In the year of '39 assembled here the volunteers In the days when the lands were few Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn Sweetest sign
Happy little day, Jimmy went away Met his little Jenny on a public holiday A happy pair they made, so decorously laid 'neath the gay illuminations all
Sammy was low Just watching the show Over and over again Knew it was time He'd made up his mind To leave his dead life behind His boss said to him "Boy
Take off I was told a million times Of all the troubles in my way Tried to grow a little wiser Little better ev'ry day But if I crossed a million rivers
Aah Buddy you're a boy make a big noise Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day You got mud on yo' face You big disgrace Kickin' your can all
Well you're just 17 - all you wanna do is disappear You know what I mean there's a lot of space Between your ears The way that you touch don't feel nu
God Save the Queen God save our gracious Queen, Long live our noble Queen, God save the Queen; Send her victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign
I've paid my dues Time after time I've done my sentence But committed no crime And bad mistakes I've made a few I've had my share of sand Kicked in my
boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go A little high, little low Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama, just killed
Ooh, ooh yeah, ooooh yeah Get your party gown Get your pigtail down Get your heart beatin' baby Got my timin' right Got my act all tight It's gotta be
Bicycle bicycle bicycle I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my bike I want to ride my bicycle I want to
, for every pain that killed a dream For every love that's taken me, for every pain Every turn sculptures strength (Self discipline is like tempered steel) To kill
rims spin and grin That shit with the V-trim that win and the enormous fields disperse of rap On the road to the riches more furs to drag More niggaz to kill
you at I'm here now and I'm bangin, kid you softer than the Queen of England Phraseologist natural philosopher wordsmith Authentical metaphorical lyricist Sharp descriptive writer, kill
him while wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands The best living