malos ratos crisis y fracasos ?no dejan huella acaso? Trabajas todo el dia sudas tinta y m emimas, no quieres ver lo que hago mal. Pagas caro mi humor
that's the way of the west SUFFER Oh Oh it's a joke! It's a joke Oh It's a JOKE That's a joke? Hunh-unh Well humor me
But the blind can't lead the blind Just be glad I haven't lost my sense of humor Just be glad I haven't lost my sense of humor 'Cause if I ever catch
sound's sweeping Shall I reach into my bag of tricks For anything I might have missed Left over from a painful past Humor, humor Humor, humor Humor, humor Humor, humor
By dean friedman Humor me. humor me. Don't take what I say too seriously. It's not that I am insincere. I really do mean everything I say. It's just
death of the forensic sort... Vitreous humor so oily and viscous... Make the stiff a posthumous eyewitness... Hours after death, body potassium levels rise Vitreous humor
Verse 1: Hummingbirds hum, why do they hum, little girls wearing Pigtails in the morning, in the morning La da da, da da da da Verse 2: Merry-go-rounds
If only you'd relax upon those rules And dare to be a love's fool You will like my sense of humor You will like my sense of humor
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom fowler (bass) Ruth underwood (percussion) Jeff simmons (rhythm guitar
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals) Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals) Warren cucurullo
Frank zappa (vocals, guitar) Lowell george (rhythm guitar, vocals) Roy estrada (bass, vocals) Bunk gardner (woodwinds) Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds
to the Y and go pee in the pool waiting for the good humor man, waiting for the good humor man. I am waiting for the good humor man with his rock and
the world And all that it has... With that morning humor, Morning humor The kind that wakes you up The kind that's in my blood Morning humor, morning humor
The Humors of the Glen (Robert Burns) Their groves o' sweet myrtle let Foreign Lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt
(Arthur Lee) hummingbirds hum why do they hum, little girls wearing pigtails in the morning, in the morning la da da, da da da da merry-go-rounds are
Every day I try to see the closeness that you promised me that fades away, fades away Every night I try to dream of what you wanted me to be in your life
There is no hope for you and me Cause this long drive might be (the last time I take the wheel) You're not sure how you feel. I take the spot light Always
a ellos. No me puedo levantar, No me apetece vivir Hoy no quiero trabajar Sigo intentando vivir Desde que tu no estas Hoy me pudo el mal humor Me ha
