Marcel, Marcel Can we come around, can we see you right away? Can we come around? It's such a groovy day Marcel, Marcel Meet the oddest creatures with
Marcella's so sweet (Hey yeah Marcella) (Hey yeah Marcella) She's a bright girl bom bom bom bom bom (Hey yeah Marcella) Hey hey (Hey yeah Marcella)
I packed everything I had in storage Put your picture on my dashboard, bye, bye beach, hello 40 East 3 a.m. I stopped for a burger in Holy Moses, thought
I came out here trying to make a dent trying to soothe my discontent L.A. wasn't worth the rent I was paying You'd love the fall in Tennessee all the
If I were to walk a hundred miles If I were a stranger from another land What would you say, what would you do Would you lend me your hand? Though I
It was noon time, down time, break time Summertime, miller time, anytime She was looking pretty fine A red light, green light, go All fired upside downtown
Third grade, bell rings Kamikazes on the playground swings We teeter-tottered And played on the merry-go-round She had it tough, she didn't have much
Every morning when the sun comes up On the east side, I catch a buzz Lying next to you, roll over, and kiss your cheek Just because And the paper comes
One night in mid December My girlfriend had me over for dinner There was nobody else around Too bad, her mom and dad were out of town We were watchin
When I grow up, I wanna play guitar Sing my songs and go real far I wanna be a country rock star I grew up with the radio on It was AM-FM all day long
I left the West coast watched the palm trees wave goodbye It was a hard drive had to say goodbye to you I stopped for some Coca-Cola and some corn nuts
J'me rappelle de rien J'me rappelle de rien J'me rappelle de rien du tout!
LA BOHEME Rodolfo Marcello. Finalmente! Qui niun ci sente, Io voglio separarmi da MimA¬. Marcello Sei volubil cosA¬? Rodolfo GiA un'altra volta credetti
Marcelle is so cruel Marcelle Ratafia Marcelle Ratafia La madonne de la mafia The madonna of the mafia Marcelle Ratafia Marcelle
E isso ai D2...o momento e de caos A populacao ta bolada, muito bolada Eu tambem to bolado parceiro... Numa cidade muito longe Muito longe daqui Que
Eu to na rua e vejo a vida como um video clipe Problemas passam como um clipe Armas e brinquedos Se confundem na mao de uma crianca Eu ate entendo quem
by. Palms are dancing on the beach bikin;s on the run Art is art and Kitsch is Kitsch that's Italian fun! Marcello the Mastroianni Marcello the Mastroianni
She was just a little country girl with big dreams. Little Mae was impudent if not that smart. She was certain she was gonna hit the big screen. And by
