to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the guitar. With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and sing it when
four chord wonder, And make a million bucks!" No need to mention names Cause' you know who you are. Take word of my advice Or i'll break your guitar!
johnny played guitar jenny played bass the name of the band is the human race everybody tell me have you heard pop goes the world johnny played guitar
Time: 2:46 Arranged: Brian; Lead Vocal: Mike, Al; Backgrounds: Brian, Carl, Mike, Al; Percussion/Drums: Dennis; Guitar: Ed Carter, Billy Hinsche; Bass
Time: 1:35 Arranged: Brian; Lead Vocal: Al; Backgrounds: Brian, Mike, Al; Sax: Steve Douglas, Jay Migliori; Flute: Steve Douglas, Jay Migliori; Guitar
way the Beach Boys go about making a record. First we start with Denny on the drums. Then Al with the rhythm guitar. And then Carl with the lead guitar
to buy some soup He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch He's even more over than the mayor Ed Koch Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four
And on the cool check in Center stage on the mic And we're puttin' it on wax It's the new style Four and three and two and one (What up!) And when I
ll either be world famous or goddamned dead. guitar one fastens languid years to busty bones like dust and skin on a dull antique moon. guitar two's touch
people, can make it work; Come together and make it work, yeah! We can make it work; We can make it work. Five days to go: working for the next day; Four
Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four
not understand, Turn, turn to the rain And the wind. And I played my guitar Through the night to the day, Turn, turn, turn again. And the only tune My guitar
gonna be hungover the next day. When the comet hits, you ain't gonna have no bills to pay. When the bomb hits, it's gonna be a four day weekend. Hey hey
A friend of a friend needs a favor No questions asked, there's not much more to say Me and the wife, we need the money We've got four kids all hungry
(John Durrill) Every night he jumped up, on his mama's four poster bed With his daddy's guitar, and a cowboy hat on his head Little Sis ran the spotlight
(featuring Freeway & Joell Ortiz) [Brother Ali Intro] Freeway got a voice like an electric guitar I'm the bass to it Walk to the speaker hold your
Ah-One, two, three, four Girl on the edge flippin' off the lamp There'll be an end, darling, to your endless night On the other side of the street