"This next story is a true story. It concerns two of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! Mmm, what a combo! This is the story
"This next story is a true story. it concerns two of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the story . . .
After eight, a rendezvous with Kate She works late, I've had a hard day watching color TV After nine, I plan a tease, then dine Tonight I'll tell her
First verse, better not curse Good night, sweet dreams, turn out the light The eight hour song starts over tonight Clock strikes twelve and my dreams
(Boom, bah, boom, boom, bah) (Boom, bah, boom, boom, bah) (Boom, bah, boom, boom, bah) (Boom, bah, boom, boom, bah) (Boom, bah, boom, boom, bah) (Boom
You know, you never change your ways And I don't mean the way you brush your hair You know, you never change your ways And I don't mean the clothes you
I suspected for some time that you had other lovers But I didn't know that those men in your room Weren't really your brothers And I was working in the
From Rochdale to Ocho Rios From Ocho Rios to Dorking From Dorking its back to Rochdale From Rochdale to Ocho Rios You spend half your life in transit
Sugar lady, be my savior 'Cause I'm tired, I've been eight days on the road That's right, eight days on the road Travelin' through the night There ain
I'm nervous and upset because this girl I've never met, I get to meet tonight at eight. I'm taking her to dinner at a charming old cafe, but who can eat
Come on I said, "Hey girl, what's your name? Haven't I seen you before? I recognize them dark green eyes When you walked through the door" "Are you
I'm glad when you're near And I'm sad when you're here That is what it's like to be me I'm glad when you're here And I'm sad when you're near This is
( Richard Speck ) Richard Speck stayed in Chicago. He took some pills and drank some alcohol. He tried to wreck nine nurses but one of them got away.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Eight beautiful notes I play eight notes they sound like this When I play them
Narrator speaks: Once upon a time in The Land of Eight, There stood a castle, very great. Eight flags were waving in the air For the King of Eight had
In which direction are we going? How many runaways are we stowing? Over the black sea with your arms around me In whose honor have we gone missing? I
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven
Er, excuse me mate, scuse me, scuse me, scuse me, scuse me mate Yes, sonny Someone's taken the cue from behind the eight ball
