CATERINA: antoo saliio mal, las poopulares ensayaroon iigual, PIA: iigual, iigual, noo les iimpoortoo nada, loo que les hiiciiste loo que les hiiciiste
: CATERINA: antoo saliio mal, las poopulares ensayaroon iigual, PIA: iigual, iigual, noo les iimpoortoo nada, loo que les hiiciiste loo que les hiiciiste
Well, I haven't got a worry, I haven't got a care Haven't got a thing to call my own And though I'm out of money, I'm a millionaire I'm a native son of
(DJ Clue) DJ CLUE! ANTOINE! GIRLFRIEND! WHAAAAAAAAAT! (Antoine) I see you walking through the high school halls In the classroom two seats across Away
(DJ Clue) DJ CLUE! ANTOINE! FROM THE HARD KNOCK LIFE SOUNDTRACK! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT! (Antoine) I would lay my pride down Long as we can go roun' Baby
Oh Anton, you're such a dick head, Do you really think you're the lord of darkness ? But your theories, we spit on that Squeeze Anton, the fake satanist
So still the green and golden plain in icy spring They young French convent girls in white singing He took the sacrament young Antoine not without a blush
He's climbin in your windows He's snatchin your people up Tryna rape em so y'all need to Hide your kids, Hide your wife Hide your kids, Hide your wife
Rain drippin' off the brim of my hat sure is cold today Here I am walkin' down 66 wish she hadn't done me that way Sleepin' under a table in a roadside
Rain dripping off the brim of my hat Is sure is cold today An' here I am walking down Sixty Six Wish she hadn't done me that way Sleeping under a table
(Cseh Tams - Beremnyi Gza) J reggelt Balog Adam, brsony sveges! J reggelt h Borbla, tncban az gyes! Srga karmazsin, dszes baldachin, gyngys kalris, galambom
(Cseh Tams - Beremnyi Gza) Jl figyelj, Desir! Ltod, most benylok a bels zsebembe, s tudod-e, mit hztam most el? Ltom, hogy nem tudod. Na j, ht felfjom
(Cseh Tamas - Beremenyi Geza) Jol figyelj, Desire! Latod, most benyulok a belso zsebembe, s tudod-e, mit huztam most elo? Latom, hogy nem tudod. Na jo
(Cseh Tamas - Beremenyi Geza) Jo reggelt Balog Adam, barsony suveges! Jo reggelt hu Borbala, tancban az ugyes! Sarga karmazsin, diszes baldachin, gyongyos
Haven't got a worry, haven't got a care I haven't got a thing to call my own Though I'm out of money, I'm a millionaire I still have my home in San Antone
HOME IN SAN ANTONE (Floyd Jenkins aka Fred Rose) « © '59 West Par Music » Haven't got a worry haven't got a care Haven't got a thing to
Somebody's honey been away too long Somebody waitin' at home Somebody's learning that they're not so strong Sittin' there dreamin' alone Well, nothin
