Käännös: Camerini, Alberto. Pannukakkuja.
gliene do. Chi vuole le mie frittelle? Chi vuole le mie frittelle? Voulez - vous? E per chi ama il rock ?n?roll frittelle portero, per chi si arrabbiera una frittella
Time: 3:15 beach bum music bmi Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios Brian wilson
I was walking down 42nd street one day, I wasn't workin'42nd street I was walkin 42nd street. And this amazing thing happened to me. It was July it
Yes, I am mother nature's son And I'm the only one I do what I want and I want what I see Huh, could only happen to me I'm so free, I'm so free Oh,
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The whole pie was your piece The fillin' your pride Jivin? ?round the kitchen Just carryin' on No pies are coolin' on the window Still empty inside Your
(lighter clicking in the background) now this is what im talking about baby(inhaling) and this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads get
Government authorize education Don't mean a thing They'll teach you what they want you to think Don't mean a thing Now saturation, stars and stripes
On six-six-six six, I was little, I didn't know Shit and on seven-seven-seven seven Eleven years later, still don't know any better By eight-eight-eight
she was dancin' with me for two or three songs i was doin' alright until he came along now she's holdin' his hand and they walk out the door it's just
It ain't about a heart you find It's about the one you sight It's about the love you hide It's waitin' to be let outside And it ain't about losing your
Oh, Friend, You've been on my mind lately I've seen how you've been getting by I can tell there's something different You can see the hurt deep in your
You're out on the ocean and you get pulled down freefall to the bottom like when you're drowning or falling asleep you get turned around and when you
So here I am A broken man What I have is held in my hand And what you choose Is what you get What you lose is your regret, your regret So here I am A
Let's take a little trip down where we used to go It's way beyond the strip, a place they call your soul We'll sit down for a while and let the evening
He wakes up cold at half past nine Shakes it off and looks for his shoes Gets to work he's right on time What else could he do? Day goes by, it's off
I live my life just to see you Remember what you said, I believed you I'd never danced so fast, I got tired But now we step so slow in the quiet We got
