Well it's been a year and there so much to tell Been doing alright in spite of myself Just wish I could stop feeling bad when I pray But I know I'm gonna
ist rund oh oh und ich war nur ein Vagabund. Oh oh die Welt ist bunt - die Welt ist rund oh oh ich küßte manchen roten Mund. Ich war ein Vagabund
I saw a newspaper picture From the political campaign A woman was kissin' a child Who was obviously in pain She spills with compassion As that young
Coming home 6 a.m. had a night of excess When she opened the door I puked on her dress She says that I'm lazy - a cooser and fool A longhaired drunkard
She's just a drifter and she drifts from town to town She's never been branded and she's never been tied down She drifts for a while then she might drift
I'm a midnight rider, got a guitar and I'm ready to roll. I got the boys by my side, keep on rockin' til it's out of control. There's a time bomb in our
can get. Come a' ye tramps and hawkers noo, Ye gaitherers o'blaw That tramps the countrie roun' an' roun' Come lissen ane an' aw
Be good to me As you once were When you pulled me from the brink of death My enemies were frenzied For a taste of my flesh And now I've got the same feeling
J'ai l'air comm' ca d'un' fille de rien Mais je suis un' personn' tres bien. Je suis princesse d'un chateau Ou tout est clair, ou tout est beau. Un grand
He's a tramp, but I love him. Breaks a new heart every day. He's a tramp. They adore him. And I only hope he'll stay that way. He's a tramp, he's a scoundrel
Je suis un vagabond Je n?ai qu?un prenom "I?m on the road again" Je chante aux coins des rues Je vis comme dans les vues "Singing in the rain"
die Welt ist rund oh oh und ich war nur ein Vagabund. Oh oh die Welt ist bunt - die Welt ist rund oh oh ich ku?te manchen roten Mund. Ich war ein Vagabund
Monsieur l'president d'la republique Nous sommes vous et moi tres epris de musique Mais ce n'est pas au nom d 'l accordeon Qu'il faut prendr' des mesures
Mmm Mmm Mmm Oh look at that Put a leash on him Betta learn how to train him Ain't nothing but a dog Come here baby It's a doggy dog world He's a tramp
I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain She spills with compassion, as that young
Sadistic killer Joseph Vacher has long been forgotten But compared to Jack The Ripper Joseph's deeds could be more rotten He joined the French army, but
starb am Apfelbaum ich kenne meinen Bruder nicht mich plagt ein boser Traum geschunden und geschlagen hat man mich wie einen Hund man nennt mich nur den Vagabund