Sue wants a barbeque, Sam wants to boil a ham Grace votes for bouillabaisse stew Jake wants a weenie bake, steak and a layer cake He'll get a tummy ache
What if I made some time to listen to you? What if you made some time to hear me too? What if we took the time to realize Givin' some love is givin' compromise
I got a penthouse in Manhattan Two more in Malibu I bought a '87's Cadillac Seville, girl I got a Mazarati too I wear diamonds on my fingers I got a
Wassup? Hey, hey, hey, hey We don't have to worry 'bout no money To have us a real good time And we don't have to leave in the morning The whole day
Well I woke up this morning The place was such a reck I couldn't reach the bathroom Thought I'd better clear the deck I tried to call the lawyer And ask
ACTION I swear the next creep who calls me hoodlum... ICE You'll laugh. Yeah, now you all better dig this and dit it good. No matter who or what is eatin
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening Tell 'em I'll be there In the cool, cool, cool of the evening Save your pappy a chair When the party's getting
He really liked flannel with big bore arms If you looked in his closet, it was all that you saw He'd dress up on Sunday, a body looked neat In a green
It's hard to remember how it felt before Now I found the love of my life Passes things get more comfortable Everything is going right And after all the
We grew up in the suburbs, got guitars for Christmas And started a punk rock band Then we traveled the nation became a sensation In our '82 Dodge van
Yeah, yeah, the Kool, turn me up, yeah He came back in the same suit that he was buried in Similar to the one his grandfather was married in Yes, he
The way that you remember there was nothing to say So you threw your arms around me, threw your arms around me Girl you shouldn't think that I've got
Save me from critical acclaim Save my smile its' too cracked from fame Wish me well with my fantasy Feel my arrogance with your sanity Wash me oh so
Save me from critical acclaim Save my smile it's too cracked from fame Wish me well with my fantasy Feel my arrogance with your sanity Wash me, oh, so
So you fucked me up But I do what I should And I will keep it shut It's just understood Now I can't feel my head I can't feel my skin I know in the end
Is it 'cos I'm cool? Why you dress like me, is it honesty or you just a fool? Is it 'cos I'm cool? Why the school kids laugh? 'Cos the papers got it wrong
So long child, I'm on my way And after all is done, after all is done Don't be down, it's all in the past Though you may be afraid So long child, it'
(JC) We had met, through a friend and then (uh huh, uh huh) Thought we'd be together to the very end (uh huh, uh huh) My partners told me you was about