Traducció: Pablo Milanés. Només De Flauta.
with me? (Yeah) Play that funky flute All I want to do is play my funky flute for you (Yeah blow, blow yeah) All I want to do is play my funky flute
Dragging my ass around country side Leave it to you I've got nothing to hide Dragging my ass around country side Leave it to you I've got nothing to hide
Got to put paid to twenty-six winters Trying to make the most in bed with the shivers All the frustrations growing pains Gather us up in circle games
a ride on a camel Fluting on the hump Fluting on the hump Fluting on the hump Like an Arab taking a slow ride Fluting on the hump Fluting on the hump Fluting
Posted By: Font (Font) Date: Wed Feb 27 01:12:27 1991 Title: Gary And Melissa Gary and Melissa John S Hall/Dave Rick from the King Missile album
In order to remember your dreams, You must think of them as if they were little kittens. When you wake up in the morning, Before you get out of bed, Sit
Jesus Was Way Cool King Missile _Mystical Shit_ Shimmy Disc Jesus was way cool Everybody liked Jesus Everybody wanted to hang out with him Anything he
Sensitive Artist by John S Hall King Missile (dog fly religion) _Fluting On The Hump_ Shimmy Disc 1987 I am a sensitive artist... I am a sensitive artist
Therefore you are all I wanted But it's so cold And you'll find me Waiting all of the night Therefore you are Would you find me? Would you find me,
your sayin but let me talk 2 u. I got my eyez on u (mera raja) Baby let me tell u that u r tha truth (tu hai me raja) I luv ur indian flute (mera raja
So, just sit back and Max and relax Off tracks that I kick, come on and give it up 'Cause, I get funky like diaper rash And you know I'm mad spunky and
flute to the sound of the drum You can talk of your fiddles, your harp or your lute But there's nothing could sound like the Old Orange Flute. But the
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Eat the young, taste the blood They don't know a thing about us Shake their bones, throw them out We make something new out of things lost I will be
Everything that you are That you'd like to be Will come in three, my friend Times thine inequity The flutes of the chi Will sound again, my friend Wrap
