away He was talkin' 'fore I knew it And as he grew he said "I'm gonna be like you, Dad You know I'm gonna be like you" And the cat's in the cradle
Now, old Miss Johnson lived all alone Had an ol' yeller cat that wouldn't leave home She tried everything she knew to make the cat go away But the cat
Übersetzung: Amerika. Cat.
Übersetzung: Amerika. Die Katze.
Übersetzung: Forellenfischen in Amerika. Die Katze kam zurück.
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round and round To be a total phony is the winning design When the fabric of life is a horny goldmine The neon forest is my home And like a cartoon cat
can remember when you could stop a clock Oh, but ain't that America For you and me Ain't that America Something to see, baby Ain't that America Home
I dedicate this one for the thugs on the streets America, you know for the poor, we moan and me weep That's me, come on!) Cat gotta do what I gotta do
this everyday, that's the American Way, shit Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit (Nas: Cause that's the American way) Yeah
a bitch but not too extreme Life's got a fat ass,Trust me i'ma fuck full steam I make the world cream and scream, while i'm gettin my cream I'm coming to america
: Radio free fall The cat walk to the show All bets are on for those in the known Oh no There's a caterwaul in Hollywood Who would have ever thought
the hoes my Cadillac fills 20 inch wide 20 inch high Hold on to my 20 inch ride 20 inch thighs make 20 inch eyes Hoping for American 20 inch pies Pretty
: (feat. Jah Skillz, Xzibit) [Ras Kass] (yea, yea YEAH) What, you don't want it, niggas liver than Teen Summit The Wild Pitch, America's Most drunk
faces, so many devices in the Sweet smile of the talk-show host To the suicide celebrity ghost. That's me, yeah, The ace in the hole of America's soul
: At breakfast tea, some toast and eggs The TV's on, I'm lying in bed My feet are cold and my cheeks are red I pet my real fat cat Nobody knows my secret
and Cher Over there Yeah America Is Dying Slowly Surely America Is Dying Slowly America Is Dying Slowly remember that! Syndrome, be the resident America
friend Sits at the drum His magic hand Feels nothing but Time Nothing but time My old friend Sits at the drum His magic mind Doesn't feel anything American