re blue eyes were white lies I thought you were mine for the taking But you punch my lights out Now you're free to be The lonely life of the party Go
Traduzione: A Rocket To The Moon. Vita del Partito.
my goal Man I'm just so dis-con-nec-ted Yeah make room, make a way, make my day Make money, meet your maker, make a play Run a lifetime for it huh, what
rock the house and Party People rock the house and Japan rock the house and New York rock the house and Chicago rock the house and Atlanta rock the house and Detroit rock
to teach the class and receive somethin more than brass is a blast Make a brother work hard, long and fast...... [Chorus x2] [Verse Two: Lord Jamar, Sadat X] Dreadlock, I send a rock
a six pack, got a single stem rose My baby's dressed up she's raring to go I got a Jones for the moon and the jukebox I like to two step she likes to rock
o, uh uh o, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Uh oh o, uh uh o, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Verse One: Bringing more noise than pg-we true and flew in life Leave us-JD and rock a party
The weekend's almost done The moon is low in the sky I feel like going out Before the night passes by I won't just sit around When life becomes a
The weekend's almost done The moon is low in the sky I feel like going out Before the night passes by I won't just sit around When life becomes a drag
his life He's standing at a party with a plate She finds him on the balcony staring at the moon An old familiar face he can relate CHORUS His moon
You know we turn the party out (Without a doubt) And show em what it's about (Without a doubt) We'll win whether you like it or not (Without a doubt)
of my life But if you hurry back in the mornin' Then alright, I'll let you slide tonight Up and down, pacing round, walking in my sleep 'Cause you've got a
one with Jonathon, part man part fly Handle my B-I camouflauge like G.I. Fat like Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life that's the life Everybody
all dead. (We don't give a fuck) So start a party, Red, dosh and doe, 'Cause this is a stormy rodeo. Frankenstein is about to wreck the gate. A bat is
and fads they go. And God I love that rock and roll! Well the point was fast but it was too blunt to miss. Life handed us a paycheck, we said, "We
be heard when the words become absurd When a voice of a gangsta starts to emanate from the ?burbs Now anybody, everybody can try to rock a party With