I Can Hear The Bells - Lyrics - Hairspray - Various Artists

Title: I Can Hear The Bells
Album: Hairspray
Artist: Various Artists
Composer(s): Scott Wittman, Marc Shaiman

Lyric:
I can hear the bells
Well, don't you hear 'em chime?
Can't you feel my heartbeat
Keeping perfect time?

And all because he touched me
He looked at me and stared
Yes, he bumped me
My heart was unprepared

When he tapped me
And knocked me off my feet
One little touch
Now my life's complete

'Cause when he nudged me
Love put me in a fix
Yes, it hit me
Just like a ton of bricks

Yes, my heart burst
Now I know what life's about
One little touch
And love's knocked me out

And I can hear the bells
My head is spinning
I can hear the bells
Something's beginning

Everybody says
That a girl who looks like me
Can't win his love
Well, just wait and see

'Cause I can hear the bells
Just hear them chiming
I can hear the bells
My temperature's climbing

I can't contain my joy
'Cause I finally found the boy
I've been missing
Listen, I can hear the bells

Round one
He'll ask me on a date
And then round two
I'll primp but won't be late

Because round three's
When we kiss inside his car
Won't go all the way
But I'll go pretty far

Round four
He'll ask me for my hand
And then round five
We'll book the wedding band

So by round six
Amber, much to your surprise
This heavyweight champion
Takes the prize

And I can hear the bells
My ears are ringing
I can hear the bells
The bridesmaids are singing

Everybody says
That a guy who's such a gem
Won't look my way
Well, the laugh's on them

'Cause I can hear the bells
My father will smile
I can hear the bells
As he walks me down the aisle

My mother starts to cry
But I can't see 'cause Link and I
Are French kissing
Listen, I can hear the bells

I can hear the bells
My head is reeling
I can hear the bells
I can't stop the pealing

Everybody warns
That he won't like what he'll see
But I know that he'll look
Inside of me, yeah

I can hear the bells
Today's just the start 'cause
I can hear the bells
And 'til death do us part

And even when we die
We'll look down from up above
Remembering the night
That we two fell in love

We both will shed a tear
And he'll whisper
As we're reminiscing

Listen, I can hear the bells
(We can hear the bells)
I can hear the bells
(We can hear the bells)
I can hear the bells

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Ring Them Bells - Lyrics - Liza with a "Z": A Concert for Television [LIVE] - Liza Minnelli

Title: Ring Them Bells
Album: Liza with a "Z": A Concert for Television [LIVE]
Artist: Liza Minnelli
Composer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander

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Lyric:
About a year ago, I heard this truly terrific, absolutely true story
And it just so happens that I told a couple of friends of mine
This truly terrific, absolutely true story
And it just so happened that these friends of mine are song writers
And guess what happened? Right, truly terrific, absolutely true song

Gather around, I've got a story to tell
About a Manhattan lady that I know very well
She lives at five Riverside, her name is Shirley Devore
And she traveled 'round the world to meet the guy next door

Well, there was trouble inside apartment 29 E
'Cause Shirley's mother and dad were as upset as can be
They said we hate to complain dear and we don't like to grouse
But your nearly 32, you should get out of the house

You gotta ring them bells, you gotta ring them bells
You gotta make 'em sing and really ring them bells
It's such a happy thing to hear 'em ting a ling
You gotta ring them bells

Well, Shirley was 31, which she was loathe to admit
And she had never been loved, which didn't thrill her a bit
And so she sat and she thought, she thought for hours on end
And said I'll go to Chase, Manhattan where I got me a friend

And so she borrowed a thou' and called TWA
And told her mother and dad that she was up and away
I'm gonna travel the continent, a month, maybe, two
And haul me home a hus' if it's the last thing I do

You gotta ring them bells, you gotta ring them bells
You gotta make 'em sing and really ring them bells
It's such a happy thing to hear 'em ting a ling
You gotta ring them bells

She met a Londoner first but they did not hit it off
'Cause every time she approached he got a bronchial cough
And so she went to Madrid and met a handsome Senior
But he liked to throw the bull and he was no matador

She also bombed out in Brussells, in Mallorca and Rome
Til' someone said, "Try Dubrovnik, dear before you go home"
'Cause it's the kind of a town where you'll be likely to fall
And all the toni cognoscenti find the Balkans a ball

You gotta ring them bells, you gotta ring them bells
You gotta make 'em sing and really ring them bells
It's such a happy thing to hear 'em ting a ling
You gotta ring them bells

And so she went to Dubruvnik and the very first day
She met a guy on the beach who took her reason away
Yes, it was love at first sight and quite a beautiful scene
She said, "My name is Shirl Devore", he said, "I'm Norm Saperstein"

She said, "Are you from New York", he said, "That can't be denied
I've got a swell junior three at number five, Riverside"
"Five? Five Riverside Drive in New York, that's where you live?"
"That's, that's where I live, Five? Are you sure?"
As if that wasn't enough for Shirley thought she'd gone deaf
When he told her his apartment there was 29 F

Yes, she was 'E', he was 'F' and they had not even met
Until she traveled the world to Yugoslavia yet
He'd always been right next door and she would never have known
If she hadn't tried Dubrovnik, she might still be alone

Well, there's a moral to learn from little Shirley Devore
Who had to borrow a thou' to find a lover next door
You girls who live in apartments, don't just stare at the wall
Open up the door and hurry out in the hall

And, oh ring them bells, come on, come on, ring them bells
Make 'em sing, you'd better ring the bells
It's such a happy thing to hear 'em ting a ling
You gotta swing them, ring them, swing them, ring them bells

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The Three Bells - Lyrics - Nana Mouskouri

Title: The Three Bells
Artist: Nana Mouskouri
Composer(s): Bert / Eng Lyr Reisfeld, Jean Villard

Lyric:
There's a village hidden deep in the valley
Among the pine trees and forlorn
And there on a sunny morning
Lil' Jimmy Brown was born

So his parents brought him to the chapel
When he was only one day old
And the priest blessed the little fellow
Welcomed him into the fold

All the chapel bells were ringing
In the little valley town
And the song that they were singing
Was for baby, Jimmy Brown

There's a village hidden deep in the valley
Beneath the mountains high above
And there, twenty years thereafter
Jimmy Brown was to meet his love

Many friends were gathered in the chapel
And many tears of joy were shed
In June on a Sunday morning
When Jimmy Brown and his bride were wed

All the chapel bells were ringing
'T was a great day in his life
All the songs that they were singing
Were for Jimmy and his wife

From the village hidden deep in the valley
One rainy morning dark and gray
A soul wound its way to Heaven
Jimmy Brown had passed away

Silent people gathered in the chapel
To say, "Farewell" to their old friend
Whose life had been like a flower
Budding, blooming 'till the end

Just a lonely bell was ringing
In the little valley town
'T was farewell that it was singing
To our good old, Jimmy Brown

And the little congregation
Prayed for guidance from above
"Lead us not into temptation"
Make his soul find a salvation
Of thy great eternal love"

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Three Bells - Lyrics - The Browns

Title: Three Bells
Artist: The Browns
Composer(s): Bert / Eng Lyr Reisfeld, Jean Villard

Lyric:
There's a village hidden deep in the valley
Among the pine trees half forlorn
And there on a Sunny morning
Little Jimmy Brown was born

All the chapel bells were ringing
In the little valley town
And the songs that they were singing
Were for baby Jimmy Brown

Then the little congregation
Prayed for guidance from above
"Lead us not into temptation
Bless this hour of meditation
Guide him with eternal love"

There's a village hidden deep in the valley
Beneath the mountains high above
And there, twenty years thereafter
Jimmy was to meet his love

All the chapel bells were ringing
Was a great day in his life
'Cause the songs that they were singing
Were for Jimmy and his wife

Then the little congregation
Prayed for guidance from above
"Lead us not into temptation
Bless oh Lord, this celebration
May their lives be filled with love"

From the village hidden deep in the valley
One rainy morning dark and gray
A soul winged its way to heaven
Jimmy Brown had passed away

Just a lonely bell was ringing
In the little valley town
'Twas farewell that it was singing
To our good old Jimmy Brown

And the little congregation
Prayed for guidance from above
"Lead us not into temptation
May his soul find the salvation
Of thy great eternal love"

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Three Bells (Les Trois Cloches) - Lyrics - Best of Edith Piaf - Edith Piaf

Title: Three Bells (Les Trois Cloches)
Album: Best of Edith Piaf
Artist: Edith Piaf
Composer(s): Bert / Eng Lyr Reisfeld, Jean Villard

Lyric:
There is a village hidden deep in the valley
Among the pine trees half forlorn
And there on a Sunday morning
Little Jimmy Brown was born

All the chapel bells were ringing in the little valley town
And the songs that they were singing was for baby Jimmy Brown
Then the little congregation, prayed for guidance from above
(Hallelujah)
Lead us not into temptation, bless this hour of meditation
Guide him with eternal love
(Hallelujah)

There is a village hidden deep in the valley
Beneath the mountains high above
And there, twenty years thereafter
Jimmy was to meet his love

All the chapel bells were ringing, was a great day in his life
'Cause the songs that they were singing was for Jimmy and his wife
Then the little congregation, prayed for guidance from above
(Hallelujah)
Lead us not into temptation, bless, oh Lord this celebration
May their lives be filled with love
(Hallelujah)

From the village hidden deep in the valley
One rainy morning dark and gray
A soul winged its way to heaven
Little Jimmy Brown had passed away

Just a lonely bell was ringing in the little valley town
Was farewell that it was singing to our little Jimmy Brown
And the little congregation, prayed for guidance from above
(Hallelujah)
Lead us not into temptation, may his soul find the salvation
Of thy great eternal love
(Hallelujah)
(Hallelujah)

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Three Bells - Lyrics - Jim Ed Brown

Title: Three Bells
Artist: Jim Ed Brown
Composer(s): Bert / Eng Lyr Reisfeld, Jean Villard

Lyric:
There's a village hidden deep in the valley
Among the pine trees half forlorn
And there on a sunny morning
Little Jimmy Brown was born

All the chapel bells were ringing
In the little valley town
And the songs that they were singing
Was for baby Jimmy Brown

And the little congregation
Prayed for guidance from above
Lead us not into temptation, bless this hour of meditation
Guide him with eternal love

There's a village hidden deep in the valley
Beneath the mountains high above
And there twenty years thereafter
Jimmy was to meet his love

All the chapel bells were ringing
Twas a great day in his life
'Cause the songs that they were singing
Was for Jimmy and his wife

And the little congregation
Prayed for guidance from above
Lead us not into temptation, bless oh Lord this celebration
May their lives be filled with love

From the village hidden deep in the valley
One rainy morning dark and gray
A soul which wait in the heaven
Jimmy Brown had passed away

Just the lonely bell was ringing
In the little valley town
Twas there well it was singing
To our good old Jimmy Brown

And the little congregation
Prayed for guidance from above
Lead us not into temptation, may his soul find this salvation
Of Thy great eternal love

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Senses Working Overtime - Lyrics - Coverage - Mandy Moore

Title: Senses Working Overtime
Album: Coverage
Artist: Mandy Moore
Composer(s): Andy Partridge

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Lyric:
One, two, three, four, five

Hey hey
The clouds are away
There's straw for the donkeys
And the innocents can all sleep safely
And all sleep safely

My, my
The sun is pie
There's fodder for the cannons
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely
And all sleep safely

And all the world is football shaped
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
'Tween the lemons and limes
The pain and pleasure
And the church bells softly chime

Hey hey
Night fights day
There's food for the thinkers
And the innocents can all live slowly
And all live slowly

My, my
The sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty
And the guilty ones can all die slowly
And all die slowly

And all the world is biscuit shaped
It's just for me to feed my face
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
'Tween the lemons and limes
The pain and pleasure
And the church bells softly chime

And birds might fall from black skies
And bullies might give you black eyes
And buses might skid on black ice
But to me it's very very beautiful

And all the world is football shaped
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
'Tween the lemons and limes
Pain and pleasure
And the church bells softly chime

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Seven Day Weekend - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Seven Day Weekend
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Jimmy Cliff, Declan Macmanus

Lyric:
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven

Monday's calling you too early when you're sound asleep
Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in the streets
You say Monday's long enough but this is just the start
Tuesday's just the same as Monday without the surprising part

Wednesday's point of no return
When you've squandered all you've earned

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend

This is all I'm thinking about as the days go by
Spend your life on holiday and even when I die
There could be but one inscription 'This was not his day'
If it isn't Thursday anymore, it must be Friday

I can't wait until I maybe
Get off work and see my baby

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend

I can't wait until I maybe
Get off work and see my baby

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven day weekend
...

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Three Ships - Lyrics - Merry Christmas... Have A Nice Life - Cyndi Lauper

Title: Three Ships
Album: Merry Christmas... Have A Nice Life
Artist: Cyndi Lauper
Composer(s): Traditional Jan (Arr) Pulsford, Cyndi (Arr) Lauper

Lyric:
I saw three ships come sailin' in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
I saw three ships come sailin' in
On Christmas day in the mornin'

And what was in those ships all three
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
A little boy and our lady
On Christmas day in the mornin'

Oh they sailed to Bethlehem
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
Oh they sailed to Bethlehem
On Christmas day in the mornin'

And let us all rejoice and sing
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And all the bells on earth shall ring
On Christmas day in the mornin'

I saw three ships come sailin' in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
I saw three ships come sailin' in
On Christmas day in the mornin'

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I Saw Three Ships - Lyrics - Barenaked for the Holidays - Barenaked Ladies

Title: I Saw Three Ships
Album: Barenaked for the Holidays
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Composer(s): Jim Creeggan, Kevin Hearn, Steven Page, Ed Robertson, Tyler Stewart

Lyric:
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day in the morning

An' all the bells on earth shall ring
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And all the bells on earth shall ring
On Christmas day in the morning

Let us all rejoice again
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
Let us all rejoice again
On Christmas day in the morning

I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day in the morning

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Merry Muthafuckin X-Mas - Lyrics - Eazy E

Title: Merry Muthafuckin X-Mas
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): Henrik Milling Rasmussen, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Come on over Hunnie
And give your uncle Dolamite a kiss
Well, what you want baby?

Would you tell me a story?
You want me to tell you a story?
Hell, yeah
Me too

Yes, Hunnie I'ma tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy-E
He was drinkin' whisky and gin at the age of three
Listen and listen well, he's a bad muthafucka

Gimme that goddamn book
Here let me read you this one, Christmas in Compton
It was a silent night, yes, a holy night
Until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin', right?

Deck the halls with balls of holy
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
'Tis the season to be jolly

Merry Christmas, muthafucka
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas and a ho, ho, ho
While I'm ridin' that cot under the missile toe
Now dashin' through the snow

In a candy right top 6-4, over the hills I go
Laughin' at this hoe, nuts on rich and rings
Makin' me feel right, oh, what fun it is to know
That I'm gonna get this pussy tonight

So ring them bells, ring them bells
She's takin' it all the way, oh what fun it is
To watch her suck my dick this way
Hey, ring them bells, ring them bells

Shes takin' it all the way, oh, what fun it is to nut
While she's suckin' my dick, oh, yay
'Tis the season to get busy, Compton crime lick
And I'm smokin' on this stick

Ho, ho, ho, come sit on my face
I'm mean lap and tell me
What you want for Christmas, ho, ho

I want a slay ride, a CD player
A fifty rum, [unverified] and I'm gonna cum
A VCR [unverified] some porno flicks
Rudolph, the red nose reindeer

[Unverified] like a everlastin' gobstopper
[Unverified] poppa, I dig a ho
Crack a dough by the nuts, oh
[Unverified] fuckin' in tha snow

I made him drop to his knees
Yeah, you know what's up
I said here's some candy canes, eat 'em up
[Unverified] bonapatite with a condom in a tree

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth, my two front teeth
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
Yo, where's ya rhyme, tell me Buck Wheat

Buck Wheat is a waskal, that's no Christmas
And all the toys, boys and girls, fuck ya wishes
I got happy over joy in this muthafucka
No indo under my tree, so Santa be a sucka

[Unverified] when I was young, I was the only kid
Who had enough guts to be good ole hearin' on the East
I'd stay awake just to let America know
That Santa was a fake

I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive
But all the fuckin' bullshit got played when I was five
Years, oh, just stay young, bold datin'
Singin' 'Silent Night' Carolin' recitin'

Now all I want for Christmas is my indo wreath
I got my two front teeth, uncle Eazy be the [unverified]
Just spread me a leaf, little kids don't cry
When you find out the Santa Claus is just a fuckin' lie

On the third day of Christmas
My homeboys gave to me three pounds of indo
Two birds of cocaine
And a muthafuckin' K bitch

Eazy-E, oh, Eazy-E
Show us how you treat those bitches
I saw mommy fuckin' Eazy-E
Close the door little bitch
I'm gettin' these draws
I'm a tell my daddy if ya ass don't stop

I don't give a fuck
I'm gettin' christmas caught
Ho, ho, ho, and away I go
Oh, Saint Nick got a dick like a ho
Well, where's this [unverified]
Shut the fuck up, bitches
And go back to sleep

Yo, black, what you want for Christmas?
Yo, black I want a job [unverified] corn on the cob
But a nigga will eat them chicken
And chitlens, watermelon, corn bread and some food

Whos climbin' in my window, smokin' up indo
My carin' and high make a high know
Yo, black, what you want for Christmas?
Y, black I want some cash
So I can buy some indo, some chronic and some hash

A rump, pa, pump, pump
A rump, pa, pump, pump

Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year

You bitch

And they all went to prison
And lived fucked up lives ever after
The end

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Merry Muthaf***In' Xmas - Lyrics - Eazy-Duz-It - Eazy E

Title: Merry Muthaf***In' Xmas
Album: Eazy-Duz-It
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): Henrik Milling Rasmussen, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Come on over Hunnie
And give your uncle Dolamite a kiss
Well, what you want baby?

Would you tell me a story?
You want me to tell you a story?
Hell, yeah
Me too

Yes, Hunnie I'ma tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy-E
He was drinkin' whisky and gin at the age of three
Listen and listen well, he's a bad muthafucka

Gimme that goddamn book
Here let me read you this one, Christmas in Compton
It was a silent night, yes, a holy night
Until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin', right?

Deck the halls with balls of holy
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
'Tis the season to be jolly

Merry Christmas, muthafucka
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas and a ho, ho, ho
While I'm ridin' that cot under the missile toe
Now dashin' through the snow

In a candy right top 6-4, over the hills I go
Laughin' at this hoe, nuts on rich and rings
Makin' me feel right, oh, what fun it is to know
That I'm gonna get this pussy tonight

So ring them bells, ring them bells
She's takin' it all the way, oh what fun it is
To watch her suck my dick this way
Hey, ring them bells, ring them bells

Shes takin' it all the way, oh, what fun it is to nut
While she's suckin' my dick, oh, yay
'Tis the season to get busy, Compton crime lick
And I'm smokin' on this stick

Ho, ho, ho, come sit on my face
I'm mean lap and tell me
What you want for Christmas, ho, ho

I want a slay ride, a CD player
A fifty rum, [unverified] and I'm gonna cum
A VCR [unverified] some porno flicks
Rudolph, the red nose reindeer

[Unverified] like a everlastin' gobstopper
[Unverified] poppa, I dig a ho
Crack a dough by the nuts, oh
[Unverified] fuckin' in tha snow

I made him drop to his knees
Yeah, you know what's up
I said here's some candy canes, eat 'em up
[Unverified] bonapatite with a condom in a tree

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth, my two front teeth
All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth
Yo, where's ya rhyme, tell me Buck Wheat

Buck Wheat is a waskal, that's no Christmas
And all the toys, boys and girls, fuck ya wishes
I got happy over joy in this muthafucka
No indo under my tree, so Santa be a sucka

[Unverified] when I was young, I was the only kid
Who had enough guts to be good ole hearin' on the East
I'd stay awake just to let America know
That Santa was a fake

I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive
But all the fuckin' bullshit got played when I was five
Years, oh, just stay young, bold datin'
Singin' 'Silent Night' Carolin' recitin'

Now all I want for Christmas is my indo wreath
I got my two front teeth, uncle Eazy be the [unverified]
Just spread me a leaf, little kids don't cry
When you find out the Santa Claus is just a fuckin' lie

On the third day of Christmas
My homeboys gave to me three pounds of indo
Two birds of cocaine
And a muthafuckin' K bitch

Eazy-E, oh, Eazy-E
Show us how you treat those bitches
I saw mommy fuckin' Eazy-E
Close the door little bitch
I'm gettin' these draws
I'm a tell my daddy if ya ass don't stop

I don't give a fuck
I'm gettin' christmas caught
Ho, ho, ho, and away I go
Oh, Saint Nick got a dick like a ho
Well, where's this [unverified]
Shut the fuck up, bitches
And go back to sleep

Yo, black, what you want for Christmas?
Yo, black I want a job [unverified] corn on the cob
But a nigga will eat them chicken
And chitlens, watermelon, corn bread and some food

Whos climbin' in my window, smokin' up indo
My carin' and high make a high know
Yo, black, what you want for Christmas?
Y, black I want some cash
So I can buy some indo, some chronic and some hash

A rump, pa, pump, pump
A rump, pa, pump, pump

Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year
And have a fucked up new year

You bitch

And they all went to prison
And lived fucked up lives ever after
The end

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We Getz Down (Remix) * - Lyrics - Rampage

Title: We Getz Down (Remix) *
Artist: Rampage
Composer(s): Nile Rodgers, L Blackmon, C Singleton, T Jenkins, Roger Mcnair, T Riley, N Leftenant, Bernard Edwards

Lyric:
Yeah come on, come on, check it out
(Rockkkkkkkkkk)
This is how we do it
(Roll)
Yeah come on, everything
(Rolllllllllllllllll)
Flipmode, Violator
(I like )
Check this out
(Say roll, dig the you roll)

I went into the Mirage, parties on charge
10 Bottles of Dom P, I'm feelin' so large
Chickens shakin' they asses like ya don't care
Guess what (what?)
This is the party of the year, flooded out Cartier
Tell 'em stop and stare
Rocks in my ear
Weighing two point eight, so I'm livin' life straight
Fuck all you player haters, I got them Now-And-Later gators
The mad future flavors
Niggas pass 'em like a pack of Life Savers
My whole cup is lime green, Flipmode is on the scene
Call me the black Charlie Sheen
The rap Itty Ammine
That makes you wanna scream, throw ya hands in the air
If you know what I mean, I countin' one (one!)
Like a basketball team
Makin' sure that you shake your ass
Till you fall out on the ground, you better bring you oxygen tank
We gettin' down

I wonder why
We're getting so much paper
I wonder why
And that I've never, that I've never feel
(Never feel like that)
I wonder why (why)
We're getting so much paper
I wonder why (why, why, why, why, why, why)

Gramp I'm a Big Willie, from New York to Philly
I Take You To The Streets like Billy
Shady niggaz actin' silly
They watch my back, I still got my shit millie
I'm a cool cat, that says to myself
No fakin' jacks
My accountant pays my tax when I shop at Sax
Just bought a gold Acs, that's fully loaded
Now I'm bloated, you know my name in this rap game
I'm doing many things I can't explain
Buying it in twenty's
Back with a hundred tellin' them to keep the change
Take a long trip to Spain, I got a phat house in the ill (hill)
Sippin' Marguritas like Shaquielle
Bout to see three mill'
And build and empire, yo, yo, yo the ramp is on fire
I won't stop rocking until I retire, Flipmode toughest squad
And we still on fire, we getz down

I wonder why
We're getting so much paper
I wonder why
And that I've never, that I've never feel
(Never feel like that)
I wonder why (why)
We're getting so much paper
I wonder why (why, why, why, why, why, why)

Say rock (rock) roll
Saint Isles (rolllllllll)
The disco, the (beat)
Like Flipmode (so sweet)
Say rock (rock) roll
Saint Isles (rolllllllll)
The disco, the (beat)
Like Flipmode, so sweet

Rock rock ya'll, it don't stop ya'll
Rock rock ya'll, it don't stop ya'll
(Rampage and 702)
Rock rock ya'll and to the top ya'll
Rock rock ya'll and to the top ya'll
(Reigning till the end)
Yeah yeah uh uh
(Rampage and 702)
Flipmode ya'll uh uh
(The hippest to ever reign)

Yo check this out, we gon' do it like this
Now two Buffalo girls, go around the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
( 7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Two Buffalo boys go around the outside
Make sure you hold your partner
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Now two Buffalo girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Now two Buffalo boys go round the outside
Flipmode about to hold down your partner
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)

Yeah like this, all in ya
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Flipmode, 702
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Got platnuim joints
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Check it out, we getz down
(Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh)
Uh Flipmode, yeah uh uh
(7 - 0 - 2, 7 - 0 - 2)
Check it out, we getz down

Uh huh, Flipmode
Uh huh, rock and roll
702
Busta Rhymes
Rampage
In this peice
Motown

You can ring my bells, ring my bells
You can ring my bells, ring my bells
Ya know what I'm sayin'?

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My Struggles - Lyrics - Cookbook - Missy Elliott

Title: My Struggles
Album: Cookbook
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Lisa Peters, Alfred W. Cleveland, Marshall Jones, William Dixon, Qu'Ran Goodman, Allen Webster Gregory, Leroy Bonner, Tony Dofat, Missy Elliott, John W. Bristol, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Marvin Pierce, Smokey Robinson, Clarence Satchell, Mary J. Blige, William Jeffery, Ralph Middlebrooks, Norman Napier

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Lyric:
Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba

Y'all don't really know who I am, God damn
I'm like grease in the frying pan 'cause I am
Bacon, eggs, toast, butter
Smooth sexy lover more fresh than [Incomprehensible]

Go ask your brother if y'all don't believe
I control the industry 'cause Missy in the lead
Uhh, I'm talkin' to you man
With my upper hand, the fans call me Dapper Dan

When I was young my pops, throw rocks
Always shit talk to my moms and call the cops
Couldn't wait 'til I was nice and grown
Sick of daddy mouth 'til six in the morn'

On and on and on 'til the record scratch
And if I made a few scraps, I would never come back
Take moms with me and a few Adat's
And make a song about dad and tell pops he's a rat, okay

Y'all don't really know my life
Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle
Y'all don't really know my fears
And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble

Y'all don't really know my life
Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle
Y'all don't really know my fears
And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble

Yeah, I be that throwback cat, I throwback 'gnac
I spit hot raps, then I check my traps
Pockets stop the bulk, green up like the Hulk
Ram up in somethin' like that nigga Marshall Faulk

I'm a low key nigga, a O.G. nigga
Entertain my guests in 'The Basement' like Tigger
Grand Puba and the name ring bells
And if it ain't about paper, I don't waste my sells

So the new school, new school need to learn yo
I burn baby burn like a Hunt's Pointe ho

Yo yo Puba, hold up
Let's take 'em back on some 411 shit
Mary

I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap
I'm known around the map to always make a comeback
I went through some struggles fightin' with my ex-lovers
Stayed in lots of trouble, blessings then I had recovered

Had to pay them bills, the places I lived
Messin' with them cats that's said to get I had to give
I had to tell them back up 'cause I was quick to smack 'em up
I didn't give a what, Mary J. would act up

Y'all don't really know my struggles
I had two or three jobs I had to juggle
And all them liquor shots from the pain I covered
Strugglin' from the break-ups with my lover

Y'all don't know the half, don't know the half
I'm better off now that was in the past
I had to take the good stuff with the bad
Now I'm thankful for the little things that I have

I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact, I don't rap
Grand Puba, and the name ring bells
I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact, I don't rap
Grand Puba, and the name ring bells

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I'Ll Tell Me Ma - Lyrics - Sinead Oconnor

Title: I'Ll Tell Me Ma
Artist: Sinead Oconnor
Composer(s): Stephen Patrick Wickham, Traditional Donal Lunny, Sinead O'Connor, Alan E Branch, Kieran Kiely

Lyric:
I'll tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Pull my hair, they stole my comb
But that's alright till I go home

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
They knock at the door and they ring at the bell
Saying, "Oh my true love are you well?"

Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come shufflin' from the sky
She's as nice as a apple pie
And she'll get her own lad by and by

When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is courtin' one, two, three
Please won't you tell me, who is she?

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Dirty South - Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

Title: Dirty South
Album: Soul Food
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Frederick Bell, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
One to da two da three da four
Dem dirty Red Dogs, done hit the door
And they got everybody on they hands and knees
And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys

Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight
Told me to keep two, bring him back eight
And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three
Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me?
See Martail Homes, that's my claim to fame
That's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game
Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight
When you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white

Right, well, if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver
That nigga B.I.G will make ya'll niggas believers
Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuck
Callin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed up
When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal
Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals
Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths
Kickin' that same southern slang
Lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe!

See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you dumb
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?

See never did I thank when I got grown
That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis town
See life's a bitch then you figure out
Why you really got dropped in the Dirty South
See in the 3rd grade, this is what you told
You was bought, you was sold
Now they sayin' Juice left some heads cracked
I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money back
See East Point Atlanta threw this road block

To my all this road traffic got to stop
So the big time players off John Freeman Way
Had to find themselves another back street to take
'Cause back in the day we was outta control
We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that money aint' yours"
That's when me and Big State took an oath and sweared
Never would we talk, never would we tell
So when they pulled up bumpin' "Rock The Bells"
We took what we want and left them quiet as hell

What you niggas know about the Dirty South?
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?

Now that Cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they back
Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the trap
Behind tha black, behind green, behind tha red tint
Dealers breakin' off that blow up for those woodchips
A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot
Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop
Been on tha grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B
Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century
Mack town keeps growing, old school like Charles
Stankin' like dem Lincolns in Piedmont Park
Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes
Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit, just don't sleep in tha Dirty South

One to da two da three da four
Dem dirty Red Dogs, done hit the door
And they got everybody on they hands and knees
And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys

See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you dumb
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?
What you niggas know about the Dirty South?
Hey, hey, the Dirty South

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Christmas Waltz - Lyrics - Michael W. Smith

Title: Christmas Waltz
Artist: Michael W. Smith
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn, Jule Styne

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Lyric:
Frosted window panes
Candles gleaming inside
Painted candy canes on the tree

Santa's on his way
He's filled his sleigh with things
Things for you and for me

It's that time of year
When the world falls in love
Every song you hear seems to say

"Merry Christmas
May your New Year's dreams come true"
(May all your dreams come true)
And this song of mine in three quarter time
Wishes you and yours the same thing too

It's that time of year
When the world falls in love
Every song you hear seems to say
"Merry Christmas"

Frosted window panes
(See them gleaming)
Candles gleaming inside
(With the snow)
Painted candy canes
(See them showing)
On the tree

Just look and you'll see, santa's on his way
(That's why sleigh bells are ringing)
He's filled his sleigh
(And that's why were all singing)
With Things
Things for you and for me

It's that time of year
(Time for falling)
When the world falls in love
(So in love)
Every song you hear seems to say
(Happy song)

"Merry Christmas
(May all)
May your New Year's dreams come true"
(May may all come true)
And this song of mine in three quarter time
Wishes you and yours the same thing too
(You and yours)

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For Me And My Gal - Lyrics - Dean Martin

Title: For Me And My Gal
Artist: Dean Martin
Composer(s): E. Ray Goetz, Edgar Leslie, George Meyer

Lyric:
The bells are ringing for me and my gal
Oh, the birds are singing for me and my gal
Well, everybody's been knowin', to a wedding they're goin'
And for weeks they've been sewing every Susie and Sal

They're congregatin' for me and my gal
While the parson's waitin' for me and my gal
And sometimes I'm gonna build a little home for two
Three or four or more, in love land for me and my gal

And sometimes I'm gonna build a little home for two
Three or four or more, in love land for me and my gal

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What'S Really Good - Lyrics - Diplomatic Immunity - Diplomats

Title: What'S Really Good
Album: Diplomatic Immunity
Artist: Diplomats
Composer(s): Cam'Ron Giles, Aquanza Jones, Jimmy Jones, Earl Simmons, Laron James

Lyric:
Uh, uh yeah, we back in the fucking building
Diplomats, Young Guru, Jim Jones, Santana
Freaky, came in second half
Shit man, only thing we really wanna know right now is
What? Is what's really good? That's the question

Suicide sickness, child negligence
Homicide fingerprints, wild evidence, but what?
But thou shall, respect me bloa, bloa
Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down, nigga

Be in Columbus never seen Bow Wow, nope
We big dogs, all on the chow down
Chow and Mr. Giles lay back
Santana locked up, get 'em out asap

Aight, now boy, not tonight
I where a bomb to the court like it's a icey white
I'm real icey right, still in the hood
But the question for y'all is what's really good?

Nothing, see me on fifty five, black scooped it up
A K activated, act stupid, one did act stupid
Mac had to move it, from the hood like
What's really good?

I had to lay 'em down, clip him up, sprayed around
Split him up, he played the ground, leave, nine stayed around
Outlaw on the street, shot four from the three
Southpaw Portuguese, what's really good?

To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your hood
And we wanna know, what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood
And niggaz wanna know, what's really good?

Okay I admit, I mean they said I was trippin' had to re-edit the spin
Forty four lead when I'm spitting shots to the head of my victims
Big deserts we grippin' to dry out, you in the desert is slippin'

They go through extreme measures to get 'em
Them chains and them treasures the glistening
You got three hideouts, a bed in the system
My brethren I miss them, so please tell me y'all what's really good?

Top of the drop when it's missing
My block when it's clickin'
These rocks when they glistening
What's really good?

One forty fifth on this crunk, big forty fifth in my trunk
Big gouty wrists on you chumps, what's really good?
Mostly me and sometimes them
But mostly me, oh shit man, that's one time them

Squally, so through your set up please
Let me know if you're really good
And let me know if you really hood

All my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your hood
And we wanna know, what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood
And niggaz wanna know, what's really good?

I like this beat, drums and bells
Remind of bullets, bodies, guns and shells
I don't talk the verse, Polly wanna cracker
When she on the stand, you probably wanna smack her

Probably wanna clap her, end your day properly
Air the shit out like the end of State Property
No run away robber, gunner stay half of me
The end I see prophecy, what's really good?

I'm in the buggy mon', with the rugby on
Air Force Ones, looking like you Lucky Charms
Lotta dudes, yelling out fuck me, uh?
I'll blow this bitch dog, what the fuck we on

It's Santana, I'm straight out the box homey
Straight to the stoop, straight to the booth
When I stepped out the box homey
I still got the sun of the box on me
Grimy clothes, funky arms, my socks dirty

I told you I can count on my boy
I'm in trouble, needed bail money, dialed on my boy
Shit and just when I thought it was getting worst
I was bailed out scot-free, spittin' this verse, uh-huh

You don't sit in the dirt, clips'll disperse
What's really good? Me motherfucker
Don't play with this, I'm so great at this
Santana, bandanna, release the eight a spit

To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your hood
And we wanna know, what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood
And niggaz wanna know, what's really good?

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Xxl - Lyrics - Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll - Keith Anderson

Title: Xxl
Album: Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll
Artist: Keith Anderson
Composer(s): Keith Anderson, Bob Dipiero

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Lyric:
Well, Mamma was exhausted after she had me
Took two nurses to hold me and one nurse to slap me
Doctor turned to Mamma and he shook his head
Wiped the sweat off his brow and then he said
"This boy's way off the charts as far as I can tell
Ooh, brr, Mamma, he's a double XL"

By the second grade, I was five foot two
Fifth grade, I was wearin' a size 12 shoe
Eighth grade, I was shoppin' at the Big & Tall
And the coaches had me playin' High School football
Uncle Roy said, "Boy, you'll make the NFL
Ooh, brr, son you're a double XL"

Double XL, double XL
Don't call me on the phone, just ring my dinner bell
Double XL, double XL
I'm a lean mean love machine that likes to be held
Ooh, brr, baby, I'm a double XL, hey

Here we go
Country cuties in Texas, string bikinis in Florida
Barbie dolls drivin' Lexus out in California
A skinny little pretty boy ain't what they wanna hold
They want a real man with meat on his bones
I'll yank their Yankees, ring their southern bells
They say, "Ooh, brr, we love a double XL"

Double XL, double XL
Don't call me on the phone, just ring my dinner bell
Double XL, double XL
I'm a lean mean love machine that likes to be held
Ooh, brr, baby I'm a double XL

Double XL solo

Well, double XL, double XL
Don't call me on the phone, just ring my dinner bell
Double XL, double XL
I'm a lean mean love machine that likes to be held
Ooh, brr, baby I'm a double XL

Well if you have any doubts, come see for yourself
Why all the girls love a double XL
Ooh, brr, yeah I'm a double XL

Yeah, oh
Triple XL too

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