And a terrible whiskey she had for a while That she'd sip every morning for breakfast and sigh Since the month of December They used to tango, jump and parade
The sang about love to St. Luicia On the day the Saint was born They had a parade, they had a party People staying up till the dawn The people sang loud
dance Yes, it's money that will make the monkey, monkey Monkey dance On Sunday mornings when I went went to church A buck was always made A true parade
Tambourine man play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey Mr Tambourine man play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning
Life goes on Life goes on Life goes on Back it up, smack it up, pop your corn I got more style than Son Doobie's got horn Top o the morn, rise and shine
your wine There's a shadow in the sky And it looks like rain, oh oh And shit is gonna fly Once again I've got a bunch of government checks At my door Each morning
rained on my parade A I'm here in the aftermath D A With nothing to hold on to D A E A Nothing but a cold coffee morning and a warm beer afternoon A D
coin only lets it shine for hours While you sleep it away There's one rare and odd style of living Part only known to the everybody Jenny A comical where's the end parade
as that floating feeling I get in the moment Makes it really worth it Hey, forget about your Monday morning We are never gonna be that boring Hey, forget about your Monday morning
Harold: Seventy-six trombones led the big parade With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand. They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuo
joke As ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest, As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head, As ironic as a ticker tape parade over my
would you say Hey the morning is cracked and sprained The day is crazy paved And the evening falls like stones So I've walked in a flesh parade I've
once And then her phone?ll ring She is my everything She knows everybody From Muhammad Ali to teaching Bruce Lee How to do Karate She could lead a parade
man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning
Saturday morning serials chapters 1 through 15 Fly paper, penny loafers, Lucky Strike Green Flat tops, sock hops, Studebaker, Pepsi Please Ahh, do you
, no one's buying Someone is dying, panic in the streets Can't get no relief, someone escaping Waiting on a line for the holy revolution Parading illusion
are drowning in despair Our souls feel grounded The way back seems so far away With each step fading I'm still here dreaming up a day One worth parading
Monday morning waking up Still too numb to speak Another night just staring at the wall Last night's conversation Knocked me off my feet I guess today