Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house we're born Into this world we're thrown Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan Riders
Have you seen her? So fine and pretty Fooled me with her style an' ease And I feel her from across the room Yes, it's love in the third degree Ooh baby
We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the
ring a ling ring a ling ow hey hey aggy ash umm agyness: play it um at the rock show the music ain't slow woah pump play it well the guy coming in with
I'm sitting by the window of your thirty-second floor apartment Waiting for your phone calls all to end I'm sitting watching wind blow Watching time go
You've got a sense of humor You're a mystery I heard a rumor You're making history Photographic dialogs Beneath your skin Pornographic episodes Screaming
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals) Ike willis (lead vocals) Peter wolf (keyboards
[Instrumental]
If I could play guitar then I'll play it but I can't So I'll just sing it, sing it If I could play guitar then I'll play it but I can't So I'll just sing
Nas m de um bom tocador A pra guitarra ensina A cantar seja quem for Eu quero que o meu caix? Tenha uma forma bizarra A forma de um cora? A forma de
Our licensing agreement does not allow us to display these lyrics at this time. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Hey Strong Bad! What's up? Can you play the guitar? Derrek Highet, Northern California a Hey Derrek! Not much, man. Yeah I can play the guitar! I know
Pour me donner du courage J?ai bu, ca n?a l?air de rien Un whisky de 12 ans d?age Ca tombe bien c?est aussi l?mien J?ai pas encore de moustache Mais
Con una chitarra, Jane Con una ballata avrei dato tutto il mio respiro Sempre solo a lui. Con una canzone, Jane Parlerei di tutti noi Quasi senza piu
Cette feminine, au look androgyne, Ce soir-la, Nue dans la vitrine, m?attire et me fascine, Et voila. Et je l?imagine, comme une heroine Dans mes
Hey little boy just sittin' on your back porch Pickin' on your guitar Wishing you were far away Well, I can tell you a little bit A dream I see in your
I had hope, but then I lost it. I buried it in the sand 'cause I?ve been stranded for 6 long years and nobody knows where I am. It started out when my
You've got a sense of humor You're a mystery I heard a rumor You're making history Photographic dialogues Beneath your skin Pornographic episodes Screaming