improvvisando dice cosi: My love, my love, my love ovunque tu sei ovunque tu vai la notte e con te! Sabato notte sabato notte sabato notte via Veneto
Übersetzung: Meine. Saturday Night.
un po' ma ogni notte e storia che scriver si puo glorioso la vivrai veloce sabato sera non e l'unica notte ( x 2) ma ogni notte e storia che scriver
: Well Bobby's out with Susie Q And Larry's here trying to down a few cold ones Just to get her off his mind He's drinking turkey like it's water If
: Outside my window, I can hear the radio, And I know that motor wagon is ready to fly, 'Cause it's almost Saturday night. Bye bye, tomorrow, Jody's
: (feat. Daniella D'Ambrosio) (The Specials) Out of bed at eight AM Out my head by half past ten Out with mates and dates and friends That's what
: [Intro] Ahhh! We bout to go this motherfuckin club tonight, y'knahmean? Poke some motherfuckin hoes, y'knahmean? Make sure them hoes, y'knahmean?
: How did I ever find you? I've been waitin so long But now your trouble's behind you Time is hurrying on and all that I want Is save me a Saturday night
Outside my window I can hear the radio And you know that Motor wagon is ready to fly 'Cause it's almost Saturday night Bye bye, tomorrow Jody's gone
My ol' man was a contradiction A real hard man to figure He'd read the King James Bible While sippin' on corn liquor He'd get drunk and he'd get to preachin
Hey lonely lady with the big brown eyes, I'm thinking your sadder then you realize. I can make you smile and feel a little more related, We just really
I'm always thinking of someone new I'm never sitting, okay with you There's always something else on my mind There's always something I can't find You
Can you see me Up on a building From down on the pavement Or out in the crowd? Can you see me Through the glare of the lamp post? I am walking a tightrope
Cowboys on the road tonight crying in their sleep If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand and some promises to keep Who wanted to change the world
Dancing like the nights are down in Nashville But I seem to know the ghosts who like to run I got a call to go to a late night picture show So I traded
A picture of Amsterdam Bare trees under glass Framed in the gray and white afternoon light Of a winter long past When I was a riser To Dublin I'd roam