It was the night, it was the night before It was the night before we met, I sat alone Right by the phone, it was the night It was the day, it was the
Traduzione: Little River Band. Era la notte.
it better send it For the cops absorb you soul of course Praise to the pharoah Murder mo,curly I heard it lower and return it burn When our niggas still
whiskey in mind Oh man my heart was jump Shaking on the stool I moved a little closer And I tried to play it cool The band started rockin' It was kinda
mind Oh man my heart was jumpin, shakin' on the stool She moved a little closer and I tried to play it cool The band had started rockin, it was kinda
be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag. The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick, the brick was an egg, and the egg was a bird, Hadn
rock-n-roll band Tellin? jokes, a guitar in his hand Tryin? hard to meet every demand Of all of those late-night shows Whiskey-drunk on a Saturday night
It`s beer bust night in Houston,Texas, down at the Diamond Head That wet t-shirt show ain`t very far Clay Blaker`s Honky Tonkin` Band get`s hot and party
(originally by Little River Band) Friday night it was late, I was walking you home We got down to the gate, I was dreaming of the night Would it turn
night was over they was a-floatin' down the river with their belly buttons winkin' at the moon. [Chorus:] Oh, isn't it the same the whole world over?
nothing, one night stand Test turned blue, got much more on her hands Uh-oh, it's all gone wrong, and Uh-oh, it's all gone wrong, and Uh-oh, it's all
not to be afraid of it." I said "No, I like it, I like it, it's good." She said "You like it now But you'll learn to love it later." I been spellbound
receive. Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch, I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch. Sweet Goddess It must be time to
't pin it, better send it For the cops absorb you soul of course, praise to the Pharaoh Murder mo, curly, I heard it lower and return it burn When our
night was over they was a-floatin' down the river with their belly buttons winkin' at the moon. Chorus: Oh, isn't it the same the whole world over?
in your buddy's front yard And you wonder what to tell the little woman Me and the band's up all night long We was passing the pipe and banging the
night we'll have a dance or two we might waller in the hay Now the only thing that ever whipped my pa Was this bad dude called old age And his last years was
young lovers Who dine all night on the candied eels Then dance till dawn to a big band music And the sound of baboon squeals All last night I stared
