It's said and done, there is no turning back I've made my choice, now I've gotta face the facts. Within myself, the hunger won't be subdued, because
! Scooby Doo! Rock McMurray! And last but not least Ladies and gentleman I give you... JOHNNY WONG! Kung Fu do what you do to me I can't live without my Kung Fu
more She was a kung fu girl, kung fu girl Uh eow Kung fu Cindy Sue Oh, I wanna get close to you You're my kung fu girl You're my kung fu girl Oh my
-Intro- oh whoa......oh whoa...... oh whoa......oh whoa...... oh whoa......oh whoa...... Everybody was kung-fu fighting those kicks were
Chorus: Coz everybody Is Kung Fu Fighting Your mind becomes Fast as lightning Although the future Is a little bit fright'ning It's the book of your life
[Chorus:] Cause everybody is Kung Fu Fighting Your mind becomes fast as lightning Although the future is a little bit frightening It's the book of your
s gonna let you down, No, not while I'm around. No one's gonna leave you here, I will always be near. Can't you feel this? It's like a kung fu grip kiss
Kung Fu, Kung Fu Kung Fu, Kung Fu Contra el crimen va a chocar, no hay pandilla que le de. Yea, Yea, que le de si hace... Kunf Fu, Kung Fu Kunf Fu, Kunf
[Bolic Sound, Inglewood late 1973-early 1974 George Duke keyboard Ruth Underwood percussion Bruce Fowler trombone Tom Fowler bass Chester Thompson drums
Too many things I like to say Too many things are wrong today Too many wars I wanna stop Too many kids will be fucked up Does it make a difference
Help, help, ik word hartstikke gek! Ik communiceer mezelf over m'n nek Een e-mailtje hier en een voicemailtje daar Ik internet, bel en fax door elkaar
You wanna join the army Visit beautiful countries Meet interesting....and kill them! You wanna march on with your boots in the rain forests of Brazil
Look at me, sitting in this chair I'm twenty-two and I don't care My ideals have disappeared I became one of those I've always feared I had the
I don't give a damn about fashion but that's just what counts today You only talk about trade-mark but there is a lot more stuff to say I thought punkrock
Er komt een dag en dan lig ik onder de zoden Dan speel ik gitaar in het rijk der doden Vrienden zullen huilen, bloemen sieren mijn kist Maar hoe lang
Al ver voor jouw geboorte riep je pa dezelfde woorden toen jouw opa zijn idealen de grond in boorden Je ma riep 'In deze maatschappij zet ik geen kinderen
If the trees in former Yugoslavia could talk they could tell you a little story A story you don't wanna hear, a story of hate, aggression, rape and
Man, I hate those three words 'cause they sound so fuckin' empty I hardly ever say them myself but you said them plenty It's not cool for a punk
