Übersetzung: Marley, Bob. Roots, Rock, Reggae (Mit Steven Tyler und Joe Perry).
and E Money Bags And a conversation over shrimp and lobster And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob
: Hello, my name is Billy Bob and I don't give a damn I got myself some white sheets straight from the Ku Klux Klan I got myself a daughter and she's
did those things that only he could do Charlie Christian started a new thing And, oh my, how Billie Holiday could sing Alan Freed rock and rolled, Joe
: Lyrics & Music: Bob Dylan; Published by Warner Brothers Hey Joe, you got it Right, blow horn You must leave now Take what you need, you think
world So be my girl, my girl, my girl And love me just like a movie [Verse 2] I can see you hangin out in the court yard Lookin fly and you finally comin
sing my melody If ya wanna join in go ahead and sing We can dance all night baby you and me Oh Oh, Oh Oh Yeah we gonna get down and party Celebrate with
and evoke emotions thru these words everytime you hear it I got the lyrics and flow, Im capable so when I blow, just know this ones for April and Joe
: (Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart) [Chorus:] Fare thee well, old Joe Clark. Good-bye, Mitzi Brown. Fare thee well, old Joe Clark. I'm gonna leave
, an extra thermos of Joe He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what Bob's the kinda guy who knows
hell you tired? And if you ain't got you better get And if you ain't hot you better get lit And if you ain't got you better get And if you ain't hot
Bob Segar to Joe Louis n' his arena and now me Paradime the mic of overachievers Smokin sewer caps bottom feeders and parking meters A bunch of bad dudes in the mad brew and
cabin, More b-thces than a pageant, I keep a house full n-gga call me bob sagat, Spending time backwards, Hotter than a cactus, And we ain't in the building
behind me in the back seat Popped right up and cupped his hands across my eyes I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?" "Is it Bob or Joe or
world So be my girl, my girl, my girl And love me just like a movie [Verse 2] I can see you hangin out in the court yard Lookin fly and you finally
rock my world So be my girl, my girl, my girl And love me just like a movie I can see you hangin out in the court yard Lookin fly and you finally comin
Ooh-ooh Old Mr. Joe, he build a house away On top of some hill Old Mr. Joe knew he had to go, so he He got right down and wrote bank will He say now,
those things that only he could do Charlie Christian started a new thing And, oh my, how Billie Holiday could sing Alan Freed rock and rolled Joe Turner
