| CREAM OF BOLIVIA I’m gonna get so high from you this time You’re the best thing that’s on my mind.. And I’m gonna capture your smile and run it trought my blood ‘cause now, I’m driving me wild! YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, I LOVE YOU! Really do.. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, I LOVE YOU! I really need you! Bringing me round with you You’ve taken me into your bohemian stream.. And I can remember now when I let you in ..with your bolivian cream! YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, I LOVE YOU! Really do.. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, I LOVE YOU! I really need you! |
| EXTRA LARGE I loved you, so nice to see you the first time but now things do change i don't care, don't want to hear a word you say this feeling extra large for you has gone You and me, so good together, i thought that it would be forever hold on now you let yourself slip i don't know how this could about You're fading put and in my mind you're just a footprint in the sand I LOVED YOU, SO NICE TO SEE YOU THE FIRST TIME BUT HOW THINGS DO CHANGE I DON'T CARE, DON'T WANT TO HEAR A WORD YOU SAY THIS FEELING EXTRA LARGE FOR YOU HAS GONE Time's been cruel, look at what it has done to you But i remember when i used to consider a move to the upper-class and what is happening? You crazy thing with all your pride you think you're God's gift to men I LOVED YOU, SO NICE TO SEE YOU THE FIRST TIME BUT HOW THINGS DO CHANGE I DON'T CARE, DON'T WANT TO HEAR A WORD YOU SAY THIS FEELING EXTRA LARGE FOR YOU HAS GONE
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| LONDON Well it was not the first time that we came to this town For us the weather was fine though the rain povered down It drives me mad, throwing money away London's shit, but we don't care about that anyway We saw the clock, we felt it rock The simphony of this city goes on But i can't pretend this town belongs to me LONDON, LONDON i'm on fire LET ME LOVE YOU 'cause i'm leaving tonight Eating kebabs in a storm while the tv talks dirt Before going in that place we should have taken off our shirts When the football starts we're sinking pints in the pub It's such a drag when you get into the wrong cab But everytime we wanna come back again LONDON, LONDON i'm on fire LET ME LOVE YOU take me higher LONDON, LONDON i'm on fire LET ME LOVE YOU 'cause i'm leaving tonight
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| THIS SONG SAYS Going back...do we find the key? Or is it rush hour in our memory? The less you know, the more you care take a look around we're goning nowhere Once you've arrived, no place to hide And when you start bebe it's all about pride But then you live, and looking back your memory can drive you off track all those years, spent with glee without searching for the key if only you could know THIS SAYS WE'RE ON THE RUN! From what we were and from what we've done THIS SONG'S PASSED, THIS SONG LASTS This song says life's too fast, for me... You thought it was a song of hope you can analyze it with a microscope But in the end we're just who we are Come on baby, get into my car Time flows on, this song goes by And no one knows what goes on and on and on... THIS SAYS WE'RE ON THE RUN! From what we were and from what we've done THIS SONG'S PASSED, THIS SONG LASTS This song says life's too fast, for me... Time has gone and your time has come See your face that is just feding away, It's your face man, it can't disappear please belive me, please belive me, please belive me...
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| POOR UNCLE EUGENE Verse 1 "It's been a long way to go We got what we wanted but, you know, it wasn't easy for no one If I'm a patient, a very patient person.. ..that's the reason why we've got so much money to waste!" "My fucking riffs......my precious melodies.. ..and now we're breathing in a glorious scent in fact I'm here, with the BMW agent.. ..I want to buy a car but there must be something wrong!!" Chorus 1 "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? DON'T PUT HANDCUFFS AROUND MY WRISTS!!" These were the last words that man ever said…HE WAS POOR EUGENE.. Verse 2 Poor Uncle Eugene was the Official Song-writer.. He has written every song (includng this), but!.. He'll never be one of us, and suddenly he's decided that his work deserved a very very big reward! Chorus 2 WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO HIM? DON'T PUT HANDCUFFS AROUND HIS WRISTS!! This man is only a man who needs help…'CAUSE HE'S NOT A TEACHER.. Special And you know what is like.. A Great Big Life for you (..and your family, too!) And money everywhere, he could have had all this, but unfortunately He can't be here with us, because the truth is that we're four schmoes.. Chorus 3 "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? DON'T PUT HANDCUFFS AROUND MY WRISTS!!" These were the last words that man ever said… BUT WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO US? DON'T PUT HANDCUFFS AROUND OUR WRISTS, TOO!! We're only people who need help 'cause…WE ARE THE TEACHERS. POOR UNCLE EUGENE "C'è voluto un bel po', abbiamo ottenuto quel che cercavamo ma si sa, non è stato facile per nessuno. Se sono una persona paziente, una persona molto paziente.. è questo il motivo per cui ora abbiamo così tanti soldi da spendere!" "i miei fottuti riff…le mie melodie preziose… ed ora respiriamo in un'aria di gloria. Infatti sono qui, con l'agente della BMW… ….voglio comprare una macchina ma ci dev'essere qualcosa che non va!!" "COSA MI STATE FACENDO?? NON MI METTETE LE MANETTE AI POLSI!!" Queste sono le ultime parole che quell'uomo ha mai pronunciato..ERA IL POVERO EUGENIO.. Il povero zio eugenio era il songwriter ufficiale Ha scritto ogni canzone, inclusa questa qua, ma!!.. Non sarà mai uno di noi E improvvisamente ha deciso che si meritava una ricompensa molto grande! COSA GLI STATE FACENDO?? NON GLI METTETE LE MANETTE AI POLSI!! Quest'uomo è solo un uomo che ha bisogno di aiuto..PERCHE' NON E' UN TEACHER!.. E voi sapete che vuol dire.. Bella vita per te..e la tua famiglia pure!.. E i soldi… dappertutto!!.. Lui avrebbe avuto tutto questo, ma sfortunatamente lo Zio non può essere qui con noi, perché la verità è che noi siamo solo quattro coglioni… "COSA MI STATE FACENDO?? NON MI METTETE LE MANETTE AI POLSI!!" Queste sono le ultime parole che quell'uomo ha mai pronunciato.. "COSA CI STATE FACENDO?? NON CI METTETE LE MANETTE ANCHE A NOI!! Siamo solo gente che ha bisogno di aiuto perché..NOI SIAMO I TEACHERS. |