I’m dwivin’ in my cah
I tuwn on the wadio
I puww you a wittew cwowsuh
You say no
You say you don’t wiiiike it
I saw you’re a wy-uh
'cause when we kiiiiiiss
It’s wike fy-wuh
Love it - LOL!
Well the truck stop cutie comin’ on to me,
Tried to talk me into a ride
Said I wouldn’t be sorry
But she was just a baby
Hey, waitress, pour me another cup of coffee,
Pop it down, jack me up, shoot me out, flyin’ down the highway,
Lookin’ for the mornin’
Ooh, I’m drivin’ my life away, lookin’ for a better way for me
Well, we shot the line and we went for broke
With a thousand screamin’ trucks,
An’ eleven long-haired Friends of Jesus
In a chartreuse microbus.
Baby you can drive my car…yes I 'm gonna be a star…baby you can drive my car. And baby I love you
Baby I’m a (star)
Might not know it now
Baby but I are, I’m a (star)
I don’t want to stop, 'til I reach the top
Sing it (We are all a star!)
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires will come to you
I was a free man in Paris
I felt unfettered and alive
Nobody was calling me up for favors
No one’s future to decide
You know I’d go back there tomorrow
But for the work I’ve taken on
Stoking the star maker machinery
Behind the popular song
Michelle, ma belle
Sont les mots qui vont très bien ensemble
Très bien ensemble
And I will say the only words that you’ll understand, my Michelle.
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
listen
Will you give all you can give
So that our banner may advance
Some will fall and some will live
Will you stand up and take your chance?
The blood of the martyrs
Will water the meadows of France!
But they’re marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Free the dungeons of the innocent
The king will kneel and let his kingdom rise
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain
I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain.
I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end.
I’ve seen lonely nights when I could not find a friend.
But I always thought that I’d see you one more time again.
Is this. THE END.
And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love
You make
Does she know what she did?
listen
Good old boys drinking whiskey and rye…singing ‘this’ll be the day that I die,this’ll be the day that I die’ (this is moving to the dark side, i am afeared)
It was an early morning bar room, and the place just opened up.
And the little man come in so fast and started at his cup.
And the broad who served the whiskey; she was a big old friendly girl.
And she tried to fight her empty nights by smilin’ at the world.
Ummm.?? NM
Umm…be bop a Lula. (That’s all I got folks)