knew I was gonna see ya, I knew I was gonna see you again! I was gonna see you again Where your god damn book bag at? Always carryin' that lil book bag
And what a start with my birdwatching book and glasses, I've found a classic She's so blue in the heart yet she's so bright in the head I've never before
I've got a little black book with my poems in I've got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in I
man is he blessed Pac to push a man in a vest They won't relapse no indeed he's back, my rap flow natural aphrodisiac I'm a key to a user, piano to a
t own what none can buy, You don't own, neither do I. High and mighty you say selling out is a sham, Is that the name of your book? Push a silver spoon
broken pot; it's probably learned a lesson But it wants to keep us guessing so we'll learn it on our own And I love a good book cause you can look into
you abuse it? [Sadat X] I see moves ahead by three days, I have no Vettibeni I have no Luciano, just a drum and a piano There can't be no frontin' in
, he was the assistant preacher And the Sunday school teacher In the church that I grew up in She was a looker from Atlanta Led the choir, played piano
Mr. Piano Man Play a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for us (Mr. Piano Man) Play a song for love Do you
He wants to get his parole So the department of corrections Will release him in the fall Killer wants to go on t.v. Wants to talk about his book Make
My shirt, my hat, my books A trip to the zoo My couch, remote, a large Coke yeah I'd get on my knees, my God If I could I would give anything I would
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
s feeding on in the possible She blushes as I kept splashing her compliments Polite thank yous is all around she crush the mints Developments, smooth keys from the piano
] Sadly, tragedy happen Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos
shine It's like light gets better with age The way a song sounds better on stage And rhyme books get better with each page What before the first bar
Now the folks was havin' the time of their life Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife Over in the corner was a beat up grand Being played by a big fat piano
Single #5219 Pop Chart #60 Aug 3, 1959 R&B Chart #13 Reissued as King #5452 Pop Chart #60 Jan 23, 1961 With Ernie Hayes-piano, Mickey Baker-guitar Emile
her papers filed She's easy to play on piano or juke She had a hard time when first she was took But still she's been a model child, an open book So