(brian wilson) New executive music bmi Dark days were plenty Never ending sorrow Only the past with Uncertain tomorrow Oh God the pain That I've been
Ayo, this one is goin out to my man, Shaw In other words, silly y'all Yeah, we still husslin' overtime, baby Yeah, you know it's been a long time, mighty
So long sad times, go long bad times We are rid of you at last Howdy gay times, cloudy gray times You are now a thing of the past Happy days are here
Happy Days Toy Town Life is just a bowl of All-Bran You wake up every morning and it's there So live as only you can It's all about enjoy it 'cos ever
you take your chances, you play the game walk like a man and you talk the same i met a girl, she mentioned your name keep on smiling, she's still your
So long sad times Go long bad times We are rid of you at last Howdy gay times Cloudy gray times You are now a thing of the past Happy days are here
Your sex is got it goin' on Your sex is got it goin' on, here we go Your sex is got it goin' on, don't you know Your sex is got it goin' on, I told you
Sunday, Monday, Happy Days, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Thursday, Friday, Happy Days, Saturday, what a day, Groovin' all week with you. These days
Sunday, Monday, Happy Days, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Thursday, Friday, Happy Days, Saturday, what a day, Rockin all week with you. This
You! Yes you! Stand still lady! When we grew up and went to school There were certain teachers Who would hurt the children any way they could By pouring
When we grew up and went to school There were certain teachers who would Hurt the children any way they could By pouring their derision upon anything
I used to mark the calendar and watch the days go by For the pretty little snowflakes to fall down from the sky And when they'd whiten the mountaintops
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow In the bleak midwinter
The snow has fallen like it does every year The tree I know so well is aglow And folks are filled up with the usual holiday cheer As they hang pretty
Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyous strains Gloria, in excelsis Deo Gloria,
Oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining It is the night of our dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and
Peace Child, in the sleep of the night, in the dark before light you come, in the silence of stars, in the violence of wars-- Savior, your name. Peace
For Christmas my love gave me a stocking sewn of sack cloth hung on a nail The simplest gift warm by the fire best of a kindness least prevailed Will