Testi:
Trout Fishing In America

(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) I used to have a little problem whenever music played, I never went out to the dance floor, always stayed away. While everybody

(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) It belongs to me, I've had it for a long time; There's nothing like it in this world, It's mine. I know you want it and I really

(D. Cooper) My old car gave up at the red light, screamin' ball of hellacious fire, C'est la vie, adios ; So I hopped a bus with a bag of groceries,

A Sultan sat on his oriental mat In his harem in downtown Persia He took a sip of coffee, just a drip And he said to his servant Kersia "Ah, Kersia,

the song. They sanctify Karl Marx, and revolution, And the American record charts and austere solutions, But the mystery lives on. While they're starving in Africa, and Indo-China, And South America

(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) Chorus: Cracked up, really laughin', In the middle of the saddest part; Racked up, I ain't lyin', But I

Nothing lasts forever, forever don't last long, It is over in a heartbeat-- Over with the singin' of a love song. Angles in the canvas try to minimize

(M. Smith) Chorus: There's a panther in Michigan. Don't that make your Halloween? There's a panther in Michigan, although he is seldom seen

(C. Calvert/K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) For as long as I recall, There's this picture on my wall Of a place where two roads meet-- Park Avenue and Tyson Street