the mortician? You're a bag of bones You should audition for the Rolling Stones Sing fat lady sing Make it loud and clear and strong Make it swing, we wanna see you swing
in like wolfman jack I'm bringing in the swing like ching a-ling a-ling Guaranteed to rock and make the microphone sing I combine funk with a make-a-monk piano
Yeah Can you feel it baby I can too Ooh Come on swing it C-C-Come on swing it Ooh Come on swing it C-C-Come on swing it 1-2-3 - Now we come to the
's washed out they pass the bottle around and wait in the arms of the cold cold ground cold cold ground there's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing
've seen too much Oh yeah, I've seen too much Oh, I say Oh, I say My past swings away from me as I swing beneath this old red tree Been swinging here
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
m gonna be the mane event Like no king was before I'm brushing up on looking down I'm working on my roar The fauna and the flora gonna swing Oh, I just
John Brown left Kansas before the blood had dried And as he rode his head did shine like the sun in mid-July. In a tiny farm house by Brunswick piano
My dynamo, dynamo, it's hard to keep the animo from driftin' away nowadays The horror, the pain, let's get into details, the bass, the piano, the friction
me down to Duke's Place Wildest box in town is Duke's Place Love that piano sound in Duke's Place Saxes do their tricks in Duke's Place Fellas swing
foolish things remind me of you. A tinkling piano in the next apartment Those stumblin'words that told you what my heart meant A fairground's painted swings
, I was to call home sometimes Well, I dance to the two step, look at you swing Not sure what I mean, don't know what I sing I just dance on the harpsichord
swinging the world by the tail I thought I could never be blue I thought I'd been kissed and I thought I'd been loved but that was before I met you [ piano
things remind me of you A tinkling piano in the next apartment Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant A fairgrounds' painted swing
things remind me of you A tinkling piano in the next apartment Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant A fairground's painted swings
I got crazy bitches like a trojan on my dick [guru] Yo hobb we got more rep than lucky luciano Suckers we wet to the sound of the dope piano This is
She'll play a little rhythm do the boogie up right The Tennessee polka maybe blues in the night Everybody travels from near and far To hear her when she swings
then yelled let's go All the little toys were happy too cause they were so bright and new A little piano then started to play ol' Santa began to swing