A little bird said to a honeybee "I know you wish you was pretty like me" The honeybee said, "I'm not pretty But I bet you're not sweet as me" Now big
Yes, I fell in love last Monday With a girl I met last Sunday As I held her hand, tear fell like rain From the girl I met last Sunday Her hands were
Well, I've done got over Yes I've done got over at last I've done got over Yes, I've done got over at last I'm a natural born lover Since I've got rid
Hum diddy, hum diddy, hum diddy doo I got a special kind of lovin' and it's just for you Come and get it, come and get it what'cha gonna do? I ain't got
You done me wrong You made me love you And now you're gone I cried and I cried But I ain't gonna cry no more I cried last night And I cried all night
I'm walkin' Yes indeed, I'm talkin' By you and me, I'm hopin' That you'll come back to me, yeah, yeah I'm lonely Yes I can be, I'm waitin' For your company
So long, don't where I'm going But so long, you know you done me wrong So long because I know I'm not the one Goodbye, please tell me why Goodbye, you
You made me cry, when you said goodbye Ain't that a shame My tears fell like rain Ain't that a shame You're the one to blame You broke my heart, when
Ain't got a Cadillac or big old De Ville I'm just a little guy not a big tire wheel But I can prove my love is true On my rockin' bicycle that's built
Well, I'm ready, I'm willing And I'm able to rock and roll all night I'm ready, I'm willing And I'm able to rock and roll all night Come on pretty baby
She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning, her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind. I know not how she found me, for in darkness I was
Lovely Rita, meter maid Lovely Rita, meter maid Lovely Rita, meter maid Nothing can come between us When it get dark I tow your heart away Standing
If your liver starts to jump And your heart begins to thump Man that's all Another mule is kickin' your stall Now if your girl stay out all night Don
Lady Madonna, children at your feet Wonder how you manage to make ends meet Who finds the money when you pay the rent? Did you think that money was heaven
I see these old shoes dusty in a corner How can I believe we're through Not so long ago, when these old shoes were new.
verse 1: I want one for the highway, I want two for the road, Three for my baby, That someone else
I'm back again Mama know that papa grow on jelly beans Takes good care but pulls his hair when he gets mean Papa know that mama goes for fancy dress
The big beat keeps you rockin' in your seat The big beat keeps you rockin' in your seat Clap your hands and stomp your feet You got to move when you hear