La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la How come everything turns out leaving me with more doubts? I feel like I'm upside down, and I don't wanna be
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, yeah! Well, it's not easy, It's not easy Speak the truth, come on, speak. Eh, now! It ever cause it what it will: He who hide
Without a warning you broke my heart, you took it darlin' and you tore it apart You left me sitting in the dark, crying, you said your love for me was
I'm mixing business with leather Christmas with heather Freaks flock together And make all the B boys scream All right (All right) Turn it up now (Turn
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy? There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy I've had my lungs checked out with X rays I've
My doctor told me that if was time for me to have my X-rays Of course, I had many nightmares about that fatal day The room was dark and my skeleton was
Runnin' into you like this without warning It's like catchin' a sniff of tequila in the mornin' But I'll try, I'll try to keep my food down That's quite
After seven days he was quite tired so God said "Let there be a day just for picnics with wine and bread" He gathered up some people he had made Created
Running into you like this without warning Is like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning But I'll try, I'll try to keep my food down That's quite
How does a duck know what direction south is? And how to tell his wife from all the other ducks? You can cut a chicken's head off And it will keep on
When you go on camping trips You're stuck right out in nature Foraging the forests like a primate Using sharpened tools instead of hotplates Your thumb
Once there was this kid Who got into an accident And couldn't come to school But when he finally came back His hair had turned From black into bright
When I'm sampling from your bosom Sometimes I suffer from distractions like Why does God cause things like tornadoes and train wrecks? When I'm swimming
She knows the future like the palm in your hand She knows your past like the lay of the land The first time she met me, she saw right through me Some
When I go out with artists They talk about language And the cubists and the dadaist And I try to catch their meanings And keep up with all of the martinis
Once there were two knights and maidens They'd walk together Out in the gardens In all kinds of weather The knights always pestered the maidens To love
When I go out with artists They talk about language and the cubists and the dadaists And I try to catch their meanings And keep up with all the martinis