Lying in the sun Lovely weather, must climb a tree The show has just begun All the leaves start swaying to the breeze that's playing On a thousand violins
unconscious of The battle cries, the trumpet calls Can you hear the voices of The violins explode, the hammer hits crescendo The symphony is composed Every note
Ever since I was young I wanted to be somethin' like what I am We promote violins, yeah, check me out We promote violins, E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young
first time together I wanted everything to be just right I prayed for good weather For we were going to a concert in the park that night I wanted violins
, I'm that (cough) that comes from your chest When you dead, I'm the maggots that's eatin your flesh I'm every last sad note from the violin I'm the hammer
anything even a string of a harp Just turn it on and start rockin', mind no introduction 'Til I finish droppin' science, no interruption When I approach I exercise like a coach Usin' a melody and add numerous notes
good And now he plays a violin Made out of solid wood (Chorus) Possessor of the magic touch And no magician he Will play for you some magic notes Instead
spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Well, the man who plays the bass does make Those low notes that you hear And the high notes come from you
, The organ playing in 5/8, The tambourine playing in 3/4, And the alto-sax blowing his notes. Hands up! Thank you!
(Sound with no electricity) You know I can see concentration lines On the face of serious music You brought a bit of jazz to the concert hall You won't hear violins
There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a tray. And the motorway's stretching right
There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a tray. And the motorway's stretching
A one, two, three. There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way - And there's a note on the telephone - some roses on a tray. And the motorway'
The thirteenth of any time, powered by fools I can see 'em comin' Wearing a blue armoured coat You're sittin' here with your violins Hittin' wrong notes
m Shanice, don't remember me? [Lil' Kim] She called me by my government name, Kimberly Who sent you? [Lil' Shanice] My mom sent me; her name is Dottie She packed a note
Each time you speak of me I hear a tender note so sweet of love Baby, baby As you stand there holding me Whispering how much you care A thousand violins
from the window Watch an old man play a song On a twenty dollar violin He bought before the war Though he screeches and he scratches And the notes are