( Memories, my memories ) ( how long can you stay ) ( to haunt my days ) She came without a farthing A babe without a name So much ado 'bout nothing
Hey you boy, hey you Hey you boy, think that you know what you're doing You think you're gonna set things to rights You're just another picture on a
Get down, make love Get down, make love Get down, make love Get down, make love You take my body I give you heat You say you hungry I give you meat I
(Scene 1) You say you love me And I hardly know your name And if I say I love you in the candle light There's no-one but myself to blame But there's
glued To this extraordinary mood, so now moveover And let me take over With my melancholy blues I'm causing a mild sensation With this new occupation I'm in the news
One, two, three I was nothin' but a city boy My trumpet was my only toy I've been blowin' my horn Since I knew I was born But there ain't no nobody wants
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
a free man He spends his evenings alone in his hotel room Keeping his thoughts to himself, he'd be leaving soon Wishing he was miles and miles away Nothing in this world
I make it half past six you come at seven Always trying to keep me, hanging round You little spoilt thing, girl you kept me waiting Never contemplating
We are the champions - my friends And we'll keep on fighting Till the end We are the champions We are the champions No time for losers 'Cause we are the champions of the World
all over the place Singin' We will we will rock you We will we will rock you Buddy you're a young man hard man Shouting in the street gonna take on the world
Lying? Blood was gushing on the floor Fingerprints all on the door, need I say more? Pulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow Ploom! Queen
layin out the rules In a tight compromise salute, road-block with troops Underwater's not to shoot, but they break ya vertebrae with boots Ten o'clock news
What if Hip Hop was never born, yo? No Herc, No Flash, No Band, No Change, yo No DJ's, No grab, No breakers, No MC What would the state of dope world
say with Oprah with a makeover, Billie Jean slash Dairy Queen Fantasy is, can I eat you on the swing? See it's written all over my face, Daily News Big
only the rope flower I can't be a broke nigga, better in showers Sellin' CD's on the corner of Sunset and Dower A small fry nigga in a baked potato world
in silence Or watchin' the news, Arabs against Jews They bombin' the schools, political fools Liberal move, is all confused, gun users Instead of peace talk, fuck this world
he shot 'em We biscuit printed plus your first hen's borrowin' I ain't heard nuff yet, next day daily news read Murder suspect, 19, down in Queens Day