We do the Cha-Cha we do the Rumba but we prefer to do the Cumbia. We do the Conga we do the Samba but we prefer to do the Cumbia. Cumbia para el deseo
Well the table is set the candles are lit And there's the knock on the door. Boy! She's looking pretty all dressed up Now who could have wished for more
Whatever happened to the crazy dames With the red ruby lips Whatever happened to the burning flames With the swing on the hips She makes you turn when
Komm in mein Boot ein Sturm kommt auf / und es wird Nacht Wo willst du hin so ganz allein / treibst du davon Wer halt deine Hand wenn es dich / nach unten
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Ties that bind, Knots that fail or A scrimshaw carved in soap instead of bone Humankind as the sailor Embarking without hope of a safe way home Keep
What do you do with a drunken sailor, What do you do with a drunken sailor earl-eye in the mornin'? Way-hey, and up she rises, Way-hey, and up she rises
Underneath a silver moon, the ship is like a ghost, She's been out there for a week, just waiting for the wind to blow, But now she's off and running,
[Chorus:] On my way to Italy from the Gulf of Mexico Riding on a tanker, feeling mighty low My good gal's behind me, no loving for so long I'm going back
Sailor, I love you But you only love the sea Sailor, what's happening to me Like a ship in a bottle You ache for the sea Sailor, ache a little for me
Come on and play the sailors' polka Make way for Navy blue Oh how the girls love to polka With a sailor who's tried and true Where there is music and
Und wieder treibt's mich in die Ferne Verlassend Freund des Weibes WA¤rme Fast schmerzlich zwingt nur eine Sucht Es lockt der Freiheit sA?A?er Duft Ertrag
Sailors sail the seas on end They leave someplace They'll come again And if you're there You might see them Carefree as the summer wind Way up high
I'm just a roustabout Shifted from town to town No job can hold me down, I'm just a knock-around guy There's a lot of space beneath that sky Till I find
A sailor's life, it is a merry life He robs young girls of their heart's delight Leaving them behind to weep and mourn They never know when they will
What do you do with a drunken sailor, What do you do with a drunken sailor, What do you do with a drunken sailor, Earl-eye in the morning! CHORUS: Way
I'm not a sailor I'm not so strong out of my shoes Dragging like anchors Over the ocean Pearls in the sky strung 'round the moon Pointing to you So
When the holy (........) decides to take a look, Refers to the pages of his holy book, Sends the warm rain falling from the sky, If you've never been