when I'm downtown Downtown, there's every kind of people Walkin' 'round downtown Downtown, there's every language Every human sound, downtown Downtown
when I'm downtown Downtown there's every kind of people walkin' round downtown Downtown there's every language, every human sound downtown Downtown
the night it is young; so am I for a while, So I put on my hat and coat and pants and my boots and smile. And I'm a gonna go [Chorus:] Downtown, downtown
Übersetzung: Jackson Browne. Downtown.
My mom bitches at me, she wants me to be clean. I like to sit up with my homie, JIM BEAM. He keeps me warm and snug at night. Sometimes he makes me horny
I think it's FANTASTIC! It's the middle of DECEMBER!! Can't remember the last time I saw a LADY LIKE YOU!!! THose ruby lips, that bleach-blonde hair....
Smooth Talker. Who do you think you are??? It's a hot situation in a physical relation and I'm harder than a rock. I gotta hole in my pocket where I
Back in 83, I was watching the TV, it was a well- produced documentary about NOSTRADAMUS prophecies. "From the east fire will rain from the sky. Mountains
downtown Downtown there's every language, every human sound downtown Downtown the nights are longer Downtown the sights are stronger Downtown wandering all around downtown
da cake Shake don't stir my drank, nigga you aint Gon' get out alive without spendin five on somethin If ya wanna keep ya heart pumpin Tha downtown, Nino Brown
: Uh, ah-oh-oh! I went downtown, (I went downtown) I saw Miss Brown; (said, I saw Miss Brown) She had brown sugar (had brown sugar) All over her booga
on a Sunday morn' Mama go to church now Mama go to church now Friday night and Daddy's shirt is torn Daddy's going downtown Daddy's going downtown Ain
: I stole a key Took a car downtown where the lost boys meet I took a car downtown and took what they offered me To set me free I saw the lights go down
t never near double (never) Flip what, shit, you don't even ear hustle A merry wheel of muscle, uptown, downtown Out of town, around town, I put you where the ground's brown
: (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
be some bad blues Somebody said they're playing all night long So go and fill your brown bag and put on all your clean rags Let's go downtown and see
