Мой план в умах на все времена, Вой полкан, пой нам. Именно так, до последних двух Танец стёртых лап. Может быть я сгорю и улечу по своей земле Седым
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser, baby So why don't you kill me? Soy un perdedor I'm a loser, baby So why don't you kill me? Hey I am, I am, I am I said I
Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort Suffocation, no breathing Don't give a **** if I cut my arm bleeding This is my last resort 'Cause I'
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It's Christmas at Ground Zero There's music in the air The sleigh bells are ringing and the carolers are singing While the air raid sirens blare It's
I don't care if you wreck my car or shave off all my hair You can go and run your vacuum during my favorite show And I'll let you call up folks in Europe
Found a job in a great big office And I really love this place I got my, my very own Scotch tape dispenser And I got a private parking space, ha And
Oh, I couldn't live a single day without you Actually, on second thought, well, I suppose I could Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, honey, you're the
Help me out, dig All I do is grunt and groan, hurts me to walk anywhere Went to see my physician, Dr. Jones He took my trousers off, told me to cough
Got to work late 'cause my alarm was busted The boss chewed me out and everybody's disgusted 'Cause it's one of those days It's just one of those days
Mum mum mum mah Mum mum mum muh Oh whoa oh oh oh Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read-a my polka face (She's got to love nobody) Can't read
You could have a big dipper Going up and down all around the bends You could have a bumper car bumping This amusement never ends I wanna be your sledgehammer
Rock the cradle of love Rock the cradle of love Yes, the cradle of love Don't rock easy, it's true Rock the cradle of love I rocked the cradle of love
["Wannabe" by Spice Girls] Yeah, well, I'll tell ya what I want, what I really really want (So tell us what ya want, what ya really really want) I'
Everywhere, I see them there, I stop and stare at patterns. I don't care, I must declare, I got a flair for patterns. On my hair, the clothes I wear,
If I could stick my hand in my heart Spill it all over the stage Would it satisfy you, would it slide on by you? Would you think the boy is strange, ain
They only show you their gums when they smile Ain't got a tooth in their heads now, how vile Only can eat things like pudding and apple sauce They never
Sugarhill, Fatback, Run-D.M.C., EPMD Fat Boys, Redhead Kingpin, Cool C And my man Kurtis Blow, yo The battlefield, the synonym call it the wax The recording
