We gonna Tear it up Stir it up Break it up - Baby - You gotta Tear it up Shake it up Make it up - as you go along. Tear it up Square it up Wake it up
, boo yeah You're lookin' at her from the rear, yeah She looks just like Vanessa, the right stuff Not Vanessa with the singer career But the X-rated video queen
Go To The Mardi Gras 2:46 Trk 1 (R. Byrd, T. Terry) Professor Longhair (vocal & piano) Recorded: Cosimo Matassa's studio (Governor Nichols St. in
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
s feeding on in the possible She blushes as I kept splashing her compliments Polite thank yous is all around she crush the mints Developments, smooth keys from the piano
ass rapper again She wasn't causing it She must have been stupid as a fiend he should have told her child you don't step to the queen perplexed and I
sigh She's old enough to know better The king of marigold was in the kitchen Cooking breakfast for the queen The queen was in the parlor Playing piano
with heroes all published and pianos upgraded and laptops for hearts that are sharp and serrated carve me a pawn, carve me a rook make me the queen of
old enough to know better Cry, baby, cry The king of Marigold was in the kitchen Cooking breakfast for the queen The queen was in the parlor Playing piano
's always night Well it's always night Yeah I'll go to Rome Rooftop slums Dead beneath pipes and gypsy drums Shade of my cash and drop my class Rent out a piano
him wait But you just gotta have another cigarette 3. Now at a game of chance the other night - Ol' Dame Fortune was a doin' me right The kings and queens
the 31 and verse 10 Becomes the song she sings again and again She might be queen She could be the muse 2 the Pharaoh One day she might be queen Take
s exciting So I put on my overcoat and went down to find In Revlon and Crimpelene, they captured my heart To the strain of a piano and a cocktail murderess
cereal boxes for miles and miles and miles. Stand in line at the register, looking through the magazines, At julia roberts and all them beauty queens
Do you wonder how you can stay alive Are you at peace in a troubled mind Hoping no one else would find You're only playing dumb 'til the other hours come [piano
Well I'm a rock'n'roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You ain't no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff You're a snow queen looking
, failed lives Cops and robber car chases, Y-2-K fuck up, you're left faceless Hustlers bury money in Garcia Vega cigar cases Give the drummer some, pianos
