I get out of work And then I throw away all of my cares I get out of work And then I wash the week out my hair Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Now that your picture's in the paper being rhythmically admired and you can have anyone that you have ever desired, all you gotta tell me now is why,
Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town He's making a list And checking it twice; Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice Santa
ho, Santiano ! Dix huit n?uds, quatre cent tonneaux : Je suis fier d'y etre matelot. {Refrain:} Tiens bon la vague tiens bon le vent. Hisse et ho, Santiano
[Chorus:] Holy are you Holy are you There is no God but you (ah huh) There is no God but you (I need to talk to y'all for a minute) Praised be the Lord
En un lugar Dondel el tiempo es solo una ilusion Surgio una luz Que en cielo brillo Y arderan La antorchas en el ritual Donde hoy los profetas hablaran
Now that your picture's in the paper being rhythmically admired And you can have anyone that you have ever desired All you gotta tell me now is why, why
Holy are you Holy are you There is no God but you (ah huh) There is no God but you (I need to talk to yall for a minute) Praised be the Lord (And be serious
I get out of work And then I throw away all of my cares I get out of work And then I wash the week out my hair Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday It
Traduzione: Terra Santa. Settima Stella.
: En un lugar Dondel el tiempo es solo una ilusion Surgio una luz Que en cielo brillo Y arderan La antorchas en el ritual Donde hoy los profetas hablaran
