V. reid In africa, music is not an art form as much as it is a means of communication. A negro has got no name Quite often, the words of the song are
Operator, get me the president of the world This is an emergency Do your neighbor a favor Collect their morning paper And clip out all the sad bits,
We get our nerves of steel When the balaclavas go on We're just not used to ourselves If it pays then it sells our hides I wake for every meal But I
Don't forget to write Don't forget to write They buried me In southwest France La Ferrassie you know I am Don't forget to write Don't forget to write
We've got our tracks covered Thanks to your older brother It's not the moonlight that sets me off It's not the money that makes me scoff It's my impeccable
Another stone rolls over The republic is just one more year older But way out in the distance We see your white boots glisten in the sun We know you'
It's been a blast but we've been caught Packing up your suitcase, hard day, long face Get the story right, get the story right Get the story down Waltzing
No we can't See the ruins of the old world below That's what our ancestors left us Our robot masters will know How to clean this mess up and build a
(Herbert Birdsfoot is standing next to three blocks lined up in a row.) Herbert: Hi! Herbert Birdsfoot here, and now it's time for Grover's counting
Work, work, work, work Work, work, work, work Yo te quiero means I love you Mucho gusto means I?m welcome to you Senorita, I just wanna fall in love
Lesson one, do not hide Lesson two, there are right ways to fight And if you have questions We can talk through the night So you know who you are and
Man, you so crucial baby and that champagne so fuchsia baby I do things that you ain?t used to baby And take you back home to St. Lucia baby My raindrops
(Words Willcox/Music Bogen)The door is a whore And it's open wide Naked as the beast You peep inside Emotion's an ocean In which to hide Emotion's an
Marian: Mama, a man with a suitcase followed me home. Mrs. Paroo: Oh--Who? Marian: I never saw him before. Mrs. Paroo: Did he say anythin'? Marian
Rah, Rah, Rah Digga Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it out now, uh Dirty Harriet, Dirty Harriet Dirty Harriet, yeah Where?s my sisters? Where?s my
Fuel can take a minute to light Wonderland ain't built in a night Two can burn a bridge in a day Now one of us is walking away Don't believe the stories
Soon, soon you'll sing it out loud You gotta stop before you go and let me down, yeah Soon, son you'll sing it out loud You gotta stop before you go and
Oh, what my luck the game that I played I'll duck for cover when you call out my name And oh la la la, unravel your chain 'Cause I won't touch ya, ya