Styles like Al Pacino Reno until the carcelino The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim Colisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
Styles like Al Pacino Reno until the carcelino The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim COlisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
Clock in my head Clock on the wall And the two of them Don't agree at all Friday is heaven Friday is heaven Day in, day out Day in Day in Wish you
I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop Come with me to the church on the corner, the hop There's nuts and crisps and there's c-c-cola on tap
Oh heli, oh heli I'm crouching you with a telescope in hand Looking out across our Lego land I really think it's about time that she came down She a
We smelled your soup on the fire cooking We saw your toys and your pencils looking bright So bright and yet they come from, oh, so far away We heard
We're only making plans for Nigel We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs that helping hand And if young
I ask myself should I put my finger to the left, no I ask myself should I put my finger to the right, no It doesn't really matter where I put my finger
Am I asleep or am I fast Your every race You first, you last Roads girdle the globe We safe in your concrete robe Hail mother motor, hail piston rotor
I'm in the limelight, no time for sun ray We are the happening, this day is our day I'm in the limelight, big on my block now I'm in the limelight, I
Do this, do that, do this, do that Go and speak (Do this) To your niece (Do that) Kiss your aunt (Do this) On the cheek (Do that) Don't talk back (Do
Happy I'm floating Around on my feet now You make me go dizzy I'm weak at the knees As I feel like I'm walking 'Round a ten feet tall I feel like I'm
She has six swans singing in her sauna So she can't hear what's going on No she can't hear what's going on In the outside world In the outside world In
How bright are the fires of thought In a chain of command? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) How bright is the medical torch When it's put in our hand? (Oh, oh, oh
Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Putting end to evil doers games Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Maybe you are in his
When you're near me, I have difficulty respirating When you're near me, I have difficulty concentrating When you're near me, I have difficulty standing
In this secret time, invading on our privacy Unknowing we mime, we play for the ministry They can film you in bed or when you take a bath They can tape
In for a penny, in for a pound If she walks by you, you better turn around She wants sparkle and she don't give a damn As well be hung for a sheep than