mi respinge, e un dubbio che mi stringe RIT. Piccolo re della notte Piccolo re Tutte le strane ragazze ti passano a salutare Piccolo re Piccolo re
tutto il mondo freddo e bianco che non so cos'e. Ma nel mio sogno io sono un re e la neve piu non c'e solo in mezzo alla foresta si e sperduto il re.
e mi respinge, e un dubbio che mi stringe RIT. Piccolo re della notte Piccolo re Tutte le strane ragazze ti passano a salutare Piccolo re Piccolo re
il mondo freddo e bianco che non so cos'e. Ma nel mio sogno io sono un re e la neve piu non c'e solo in mezzo alla foresta si e sperduto il re. Ma all
Hey Ringo, it?s sad though Because it?s hard to walk tall, when you?re small Whether dressed in disciplined style, never mind When you?re small, you walk as if you?re
As he drops his cigarette ash and someone comes and sweeps it up And then he doffs his cap and there's a rat in someones bedroom And they're shutting
is how it stops I'm still just blinking And you're still talking There is no meaning not Now Fast approaching death you aren't helping it You're a
, bang, you're dead Always so easily lead Bang, bang, you're dead Put all the rumors to bed Bang, bang, you're dead Bang, bang, bang, bang, you're dead
weak, so you're gonna take the fall. You're so small, you're so small, you're so small. You're so small, I feel fat, you're so small. You're
von Natur der ist gar nicht stur Er liebt gemütlichkeit! Er trinkt gern er singt gern und geht gern allein auch mal aus. Wir hab'n doch alle uns're
where we can run to and we're running out of time your beautiful and nothing matters anymore at all the worlds so big and we're so small red stars decendent
's in church And I'm the deacon speakin' while ya tweakin' The preacher preachin', reachin', teachin', speakin', being, breathin' You're not, your clock stop, and now you're
piccolo And I let you know one thang None of y'all can hang None of y'all can hang None of y'all can hang [repeated] [VERSE 3] Check, hope you're ready
You're my little tornado and I am your trailer park You used to call me names too cute to repeat Like Honey Bunch, Hairy Bear and Piccolo Peet Goochy
Johnny now Jenny Piccolo works at the peepshow Pinkie Tuscadero's stewed Fonzie's all fucked up on 'ludes Joanie loves Johnny Joan and John got tattoos now they're
One of them plays a piccolo in my ear Another one makes me smell things that aren't there And they know where to hide And they know everything that's
people They're just like they used to be Patch o' ground people Out on the railroad track they're cleanin' ol' number nine They're scrubbin' the boiler
