to think about you You're a Saturday night Far from the madding crowd The buskers sing by candle light In front of Bewleys Store And a young nun offers
Schwestern und ihr BrA?der Kalt ist der Abendhauch Nun lasst uns endlich schlafen Und unseren kranken Nachbarn auch Sing mir ein Abendlied Seht hin, der Himmel glA?ht Sing
the hell don't you leave me alone You take my money, you eat my food you're singing in my toilet and that ain't sounding good you tried to be romantic
I thought were rude Oh, you were the best girl I ever knew You were the best girl I ever knew Now as I look back on those good old days The singing nun
trägt sie nun zum Kochen und das Wilde das ist ihr vergangen. Der edle Klang ist wieder da und Engel singen laut "Haleluja". Sing ... Und dann
auml;uft und läuft. Ha sind die Meiers sind aufgeschlossen und modern und was gut und teuer wir kaufen alles gern. Und wenn ihr mich nun fragt
is there is none It's twenty-four hours when you call it a day Be Frank and say, "I Did It My Way" Don't give a Flying Nun no don't give a Gidget Just
really good at. [Roxie Hart] I got high marks in Nourtesy and in Hygiene. [Billy Flynn] Perfect, you wanted to be a nun. [Roxie Hart] A nun? [Billy
See 'ne Torte landet in 'nem Dekollete Wenn man so was in der Glotze zeigt, Unglaublich, wie da gleich die Stimmung steigt Sie singen ällabä
?s about as much fun, baby As being a nun Here?s the time everybody breaks into song It doesn?t matter how you sing along just sing along It doesn?t
) Terry bozzio (vocals) Dale bozzio (vocals) Napoleon murphy brock (vocals) Bob harris (vocals) Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals) Ensemble: (singing
light! Thing-fish: You want a nun? de boy want a nun? what de fuck kinda nun you want? Harry: (singing) I can't seem to make up my mind! Something
Autobahn und halt' den Daumen in den Wind. Es wurde Zeit 'mal wieder loszufahren ich hoff' es hält bald einer an. Nun steh' ich hier und sing'
suck when you grow up When you grow up, when you grow up Life's gonna suck when you grow up It sucks pretty bad right now Hey, if you know the words, sing
rain A melody in your name Night now comes much bluer than it used to be The pink nun sings much sadder than before She sings that sometimes things
used to be the king... WORKMAN, BUM, BAG LADY: The King? MAX: The king of old Broadway... BLIND VIOLINIST: It's good to be the king! MAX: My praises they would sing
MADELAINE At the bar there's a girl in the shadow Sitting still like a nun unknown. Though an attic full of strangers May hold many hidden dangers There