california dreaming [Chorus] In this california king bed We're ten thousand miles apart been california wishing on these stars for your heart, for me My california king In this california king
begin cuts me down, cut, cut in comes the new king it beckons to us all sometimes we cannot hide the most familiar thing the once and future king
: Well he sits up there on his leatherette Looks through pictures of the ones that he hasn't had yet When he thinks he wants a closer look He gets out
smarts to build a weapin Now I am the forest king I am the forest king Do what you want it really doesn't matter anyway I am the forest king Do what
kings and queens of promise. We were the phantoms of our selves. Maybe the children of a lesser god, between Heaven and Hell. We are the kings! We are
: High place outside You wish you could be Far from all this Black out before fists Make out more lists Was it right? I couldn't tell That place inside
being launched again taking off to other spheres and then the noise coming from the purple sky for the earthlings who know it indicates another try kings
running 'round my brain I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign But it's my destiny to be the king of pain There's a king on a throne with
is short They count to ten when you tell them how to drive And when they're afraid they let you speak for them All hail the king of intimidation Model
alone in bed at night, I become the King of the Silver Screen. I stare at the ceiling there; I know where I belong. I two step with Fred Astaire or fighting old King
: We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star Born a baby on Bethlehem's
Welcome di king of di dancehall Pon bed pon floor against wall We sex dem all till dem call mi and di girls dem sugar dats all Welcome di king of di dancehall
: Na na na ... Paper mache and telegraph poles, things go dead in the night Make enough noise to make enough noise to make you want to jump with
: (Jerry Leiber and Phil Specto) There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem It is a special one, it's never seen the sun It only
: (Ben E. King/Jerry Leiber/Mike Stoller) When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No I won't be afraid
king, like a king, like a king Rodney King, Rodney King, Rodney King like a king, like a king, like a king how I wish you could help us Dr. King Make
going to see the King Bye and bye I am going to see the King And I don't mind dying I'm a child of God I said bye and bye I'm going to see the King
more bills to pay I got more mouths to feed now, now, now I got no time to play I got no need to stay When ain't no money around, round, round What's a king
