any ordinary jam I'm a "Citizens for boysenberry jam" fan Ah, South California If I become a first lieutenant Would you put my photo on your piano?
the bayou Cajun river song It almost got my head broke In Texas Purple Peacock, Honky Tonk Eunice, Louisiana Bourbon whiskey free, son Just tune up the piano
' Because I'm having bad luck Ev'rywhere I go Out in California That is where I long to be Way out in California That's where I long to be Because my
a couple grand-d-d Never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from California way down to Japan I'm a real producer and you just the piano
the day that I ain't got the upper hand I'm respected from Californ-I-A, all the way down to Japan I'm a real producer and you just a piano man Your songs
, my clapper as black as Muhammadiya, Fuck you R&B bitches, shut up, you're not Aaliyah, When Mr. Porter record a piano, Producers may wanna order some ammo, I'm a California
of a piano, just before we said goodbye I would live my life between the desert and the pine If I could drive forever down Highway 99 From Kimberlina, California
to a friend Put a dime in a pay phone And now I'm feeling all the pain that i could Behind this broken down piano At the back of this bar So this is california
citizen for boysenberry jam fans If I become a famous lady Would you put my photo on your piano? From Mary Jane.....best wishes to Martin... Ooooh South California
vuoi fra, California o Milano? priorita qua cash nella mano, stupefa fa, quello che abbiamo, spingo cosi forte che mi dicono: Fai piano (Gue Pequeno
. Daylight come an' me wanna go home. Hey Mr. Tallyman, come tally me banana. Say, daylight come an' me wanna go home. All you people come an' play on the piano
when Bobby sang the blues Lord that was good enough for me Yeah Good enough for me and Bobby McGee From the coal mine of Kentucky to the California
can't get enough It makes you tremble and it makes you weak It gets in your blood that Memphis Beat Whoo They hitch-hike here from California Ride
ooo ooo Ahhh Ahhhh Gentlemen Turn off your recorders I can hear them buzzin' From inside of you're tracksuits Got to get To California Where