Now the time has come to face, my untold fears Every waking hour, drained me through the years So that I'm not one with myself my strength, my gift
I'm your wicked Uncle Ernie I'm glad you won't see or hear me As I fiddle about Fiddle about Fiddle about Your mother left me here to mind you Now I'
Lately I I've been heading for a breakdown Every time I leave my house Well, it feels just like a shake down Between street sweepers and the pushers
Violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin Violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin, violin-lin-lin Hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo, hippo Mop, mop
Love was like a violin, playing soft and low In your heart you held the strings, in my heart the bow Together we made soft sweet music, together we believed
I'll play second fiddle to your new love while it lasts Just like all the others I've played for in the past Why can't I be a leader and play your leading
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
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Gm-f-dm Gm-f-dm Gm when I was a boy there were fifteen a-people in the world F fifteen a-bound for dm heaven, and gm fifteen a-bound for hell Gm and
Can't you hear them, baby? Hear them, baby I thought that I'd never see you again Like all the good things, it had come to an end But tonight out of
Daylight breaks and the black birds call And the market stalls are all filling up, spilling over the streets High above, over Notting Hill I am floating
Blue violin Play for me your saddest melody Violin Play for me your saddest melody
Once stood a man on my face Ooh yeah, on my face Gobbled him up, 'cause my taste Leaves nothing to waste Hear the riddle that I say Hear the riddle that
OLDER THE VIOLIN THE SWEETER THE MUSIC Writer Curly Putman It seems you think that 45 is just a little too old now But I'm not ready yet to be put out
The last fifty years Have seen laughter and tears And your hair slowly fade to gray Your children are grown now And it's hard to believe How the years
One night in Old Monterey by the silvery Rio Grande I fell in love as the Spanish violins played My lovely senoritas serenade The violins were singing
Well, I can't recall, one time in my life, I've felt as lonely as I do tonight. I feel like I could lay down, and get up no more, It's the damndest feelin
And so once again My dear Johnny, my dear friend And so once again You are fightin' us all And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry And I