day I'll write a song for you darling, That'll be the very best that I can do Will it be a song about a wild wind, With thunderclap and flashes of blue
got the blues, this boy He's got the blues You can hear it in his music He's got the blues, this boy He's got the blues You can hear it, you can hear
back to pick Your best white orchid for her wedding gown (I want some red roses for a blue lady) [ piano ] We had a silly quarrel... (Best white orchid for
Olympics for cooking the most chickens Gold medal around my necka, living la vida chueca Puck checka, chuck wrecka, nobody do it betta I'm best when
up for Mama She'll get hot for you When they pass that basket Folk contribute to You put in for Mama She'll put out for you The folks atop the ladder
ry word's the Gospel truth Got witnesses ta prove it, too, 'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton Now Milton was o-fficial tour director, Electrical piano
at Green Gables, hawkin? them tables And generally blowin? all my hard earned pay. Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes There weren't another other way to be For
' the peppermint twist (for real) In a black sack dress, (with nine-inch heels), and then a guy with a blue mohawk come in, in serious leather... (and
is gone my burden seems more than I can bear I saw my angel pass me by now I'm just crying cause I care [ piano ] Your eyes were like the heaven's blue
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen You are now tuned in to the best This here Jazze Fizzle, produc shizzle Pimp C, Jody Breeze If y'all niggaz
DARLIN', MY DARLIN, MY DARLIN, BOB G.: Our best ring turns out to be a kid who sings like an angel. He hangs around the clubs, so I set up a little surprise for
down at Green Gables, hawking them tables And generally blowing all my hard earned pay Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes There weren't another other way to be For
, life runs in cycles New is old, no, I'm not no psycho The monkey on the back makes the best excel The people in the crowd makes the best rock well
'? Have another Hold your hour. And those sweet babes Under sixteen Story goes that Black and blue For the price of One good screwing Mackie, Mackie How could you? For
music tragically Exchanging slaves for majesties Modern waves of tragedy Packing a to pience colt pair of shoots A shiny grey mexican suit The blue eyed
got the blue for you, baby You keep me worried all the time 'Now boy, you know I've got the blues now' 'Play 'em for me, now' (piano & guitar) 'Yas
ll take the one that got away Andre is at the piano Behind the Ivar in the sewers With a buck a shot for pop tunes And a fin for guided tours He could
Green Gables, hawking them tables And generally blowing all my hard earned pay Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes There weren't another other way to be For