Make my foot tap with one line of a song lyric:
"Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul..."
"Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul..."
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On the road again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
Playin' the star again
And there I go
Turn the page
You'll forget about me after I've been gone
And I take what I find, I don't want no more
It's just outside of your front door
looking out for a place to go...
Out in the street
Willy and the poor boys are playin
Bring a nickel, Tap your feet
Xzibit verse end from Bitch Please II
This Alt text is straight 🔥
Don't you worry anymore
'Cause when life looks like Easy Street
There is danger at your door
Like seven inches from the midday sun"...
It's a rocking little record,I want my jockey to play...
She'll never know just how I feel"
I see trouble on the way
<<'scuse me while I kiss this guy>>
Mary's dress waves..."
"Please allow me to introduce myself..."
"I can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax..."
"And you may find yourself
living in a shotgun shack..."
"So... so you think you can tell
heaven from hell..."
Well, you know
We all wanna change the world.
Right across the floor”
Was feeling 'bout half past dead”
Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Head out on the highway
(sorry 😄)
Very superstitious,
Writing’s on the wall
RIP Tony.
And in and in a dark brown voice
She said Lola
L-O-L-A, Lola
https://youtu.be/bInvQNjJhYQ?si=N5c_WY_Lyt3SW9Po
I think 🤔
This is the version I grew up with:
https://youtu.be/rnSLziaAiJk?si=aAXG98PtpkeT0IpD
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=GvbVOUTmEHM&feature=shared
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=IJa4mg3tbBs&feature=shared
in a flat-bed Ford,
slowin’ down
to take a look at me …
And it was such a fine sight to see …
Willy and the Poorboys are playin';
Bring a nickel; tap your feet.
She kept her motor clean."
She had the sightless eyes,”)?
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come
A seven nation army couldn't hold me down
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Why don't you come with me, little girl
On a magic carpet ride?"
I get weary from the load
Movin' on, movin' on
Like this tired troubled earth
I've been rollin' since my birth
Movin' on, movin' on
You cut down my green trees
The food you fed my children
Was the cause of their disease
My world is slowly fallin' down
And the air's not good to breathe
And those of us who care enough
We have to do something...
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
I hit the sack
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back…🎶
Ending in dirty looks
Listen to the Muzak
Thinkin bout this & that
if I could touch your body...
BUT I GET UP AGAIN"
Mi ritmo
Bueno pa' gozar
Mulata
Yeah, everybody wanna pass as cats”
Party every day”
Fifteen miles to the, love shack, love shack yeah
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake it all the time”
The shit has hit the fan
so sue me if I go astray
When it’s cold outside I’ve got the month of May 🎶
Dan Reeder
It sounds so simple, I just got to go . . .
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee…
Be-bop-a-lula, baby, what I say”
Put it in your soul for you"
My earworm for the last three days or so.
There was a poem
About a dog
Who had two bones
He picked at one
And licked the other
He went in circles
He dropped dead
Looking back on when I was a little nappy headed boy…
I'd like to hear some funky Dixieland
Pretty mama, come and take me by the hand
(By the hand) hand (take me by the hand) pretty mama
Gonna dance with your daddy all night long
Just to boogie with you, yeah