It was the night, it was the night before It was the night before we met, I sat alone Right by the phone, it was the night It was the day, it was the
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not to be afraid of it." I said "No, I like it, I like it, it's good." She said "You like it now But you'll learn to love it later." I been spellbound
receive. Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch, I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch. Sweet Goddess It must be time to
't pin it, better send it For the cops absorb you soul of course, praise to the Pharaoh Murder mo, curly, I heard it lower and return it burn When our
night was over they was a-floatin' down the river with their belly buttons winkin' at the moon. Chorus: Oh, isn't it the same the whole world over?
in your buddy's front yard And you wonder what to tell the little woman Me and the band's up all night long We was passing the pipe and banging the
night we'll have a dance or two we might waller in the hay Now the only thing that ever whipped my pa Was this bad dude called old age And his last years was
young lovers Who dine all night on the candied eels Then dance till dawn to a big band music And the sound of baboon squeals All last night I stared
I was just thirteen when I left home, living in my daddy's shadow, there was so much goin' on that he couldn't feel, there were times when I was scared
think of the times you cry in the night kicked through the years there is no choice we have to fight Through it all the world goes on, it's another day
Sleeping through the night and being happy in the day, I don't want - no more tears, thinking 'bough those sleepless nights and whether I was wrong
-night hamburger stand She wrote faithfully home to mama: "now mama, don't you worry none" From small things, mama, big things one day come It was
no laws And I kinda like to hear that song Chorus There was patchouli incense And weedsmoke in the air It was all colors, it was all love And it was
it better send it For the cops absorb you soul of course Praise to the pharoah Murder mo,curly I heard it lower and return it burn When our niggas still
-n-roll band Tellin? jokes, a guitar in his hand Tryin? hard to meet every demand Of all of those late-night shows Whiskey-drunk on a Saturday night
all be flyin higher than a jet air liner And if you want a little band in your ying yang If you wanna little zing in your zang zang If you wanna little
night was over they was a-floatin' down the river with their belly buttons winkin' at the moon. [Chorus:] Oh, isn't it the same the whole world over?