Letras:
Costello Elvis Kojak Variety

Bama Lama Bama Loo Gotta girl named Lucinda They call her the great pretender Gotta girl named Lucinda They call her the great pretender And when she

I can't believe the things I've seen I wonder bout some things I've heard Everybody's crying mercy When they don't know the meaning of the word A bad

I once held her In my arms She said she would always stay But I was cruel And I treated her like a fool I threw it all away Once I had mountains In the

You better leave my kitten all alone You better leave my kitten all alone Well I tell you big bad bulldog Well, you better leave her alone Don't you

Let's go out on the town tonight My pockets are heavy with loot And get drunk and blasted (And loud in your dress of blue) I've been living from hand

You push me when I'm falling And then you put me down I guess I missed my calling I should have been a clown How much more How much more can I stand

(Lennon/McCartney) Step inside love, let me find you a place Where all the cares of the day Will be carried away By the smile on your face We are together

How many wrinkles in a pickle How many hairs in a head How many waves in the ocean How many crumbs in bed But last but not least, but baby most of all

The very thought of you And I forget to do The little ordinary things That everyone ought to do I'm living in a kind of daydream I'm happy as a king