What can I say about you that hasn't been said before You can't keep a good man down That is something that you've thought me and I hope that you'll be
What can I say about you that hasn't been said before You can't keep a good man down That is something that you've thought me and I hope that you'll
wise Now the white man lives where our rivers run For now better days have passed We walk the streets of broken glass Our people vanished as snow before the summer
I watch how these words on a pad'll morph into a rhyme This might get me out the sewer grime Many get stuck, few'll climb They pursue a crime because
in the choir His voice was cracked and broken age had touched his vocal chords And nearly every Sunday he'd get behind and miss the words Well at last
, 'lose the lame, we can get our freakin' on' Baby know the game, slip away, and slide me yo' number It's the last day of spring, see you first day this summer
up, but the picture gon' be beautiful its gonna be a short summer Cause most of yall ain't built to last It's gonna be a short summer Cause soon enough
"The Sign" -Eric Bogle In the summer of last year, in a city* far from here That stands on the shores of the fair Pacific sea I walked it's pleasant
over here (Ha ha ha) Ha ha ha (Ha ha ha) Uuh Uuh uuh uuh That's word to Brooklyn (Yeah) I'm back I don't know what the fuck is wrong with these nigga's man
were the best days of my life Back in the summer of '69 Man we were killin' time We were young and restless We needed to unwind I guess nothin' can last
Like loser lang, we can get our freakin' on Baby, you know the game slipped away Slide me your number, it's the last day of spring See ya first day this summer
was fine But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine The day began with me standin' at his grave with his mother His old girlfriend, his two younger brothers We said a few words
appointed by the state Yes, the judge was appointed by the state Oh, Utah justice can be had but not for a union man And Joe was warned by summer early
And I said that we might settle down Get a few acres dug Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug She said "Oh man, you foolish man It surely
the children, they at least had to try To figure out the words to Louie, Louie Chorus It's the feel good hit of this endless summer It gets these
------------------------------------------------------------------- Man! I Feel Like a Woman! I'm going out tonight--I'm feelin' alright Gonna let
[Fabolous] Unh (uh-huh unh) yea There's alot of money over here (Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn I'm back I don't know what
