Jethro Tull lyrics
Jethro Tull lyrics
"A Small Cigar lyrics"
Turn Me On lyrics
(feat. Ronda Blackwell) [Fat Joe] Yeah, unh, Irv Gotti.. Joe Crack the Don, ya heard me [Irv Gotti] We
A small cigar can change the world(feat. Ronda Blackwell) [Fat Joe] Yeah, unh, Irv Gotti.. Joe Crack the Don, ya heard me [Irv Gotti] We
I know, I've done it frequently at parties
Where I've won all the guests' attention
With my generosity and suave gentlemanly bearing
A little flat tin case is all you need
Breast-pocket conversation opener
And one of those ciggie lighters that look rather good
You can throw away when e
Fartin Without Wind lyrics
Artist: Eastdeath Album: Poo is Wee, Wee is Poo Year: 1984 E-mail: rumple@rumpleland.ru Everybody's looking for that trumping On
mptyArtist: Eastdeath Album: Poo is Wee, Wee is Poo Year: 1984 E-mail: rumple@rumpleland.ru Everybody's looking for that trumping On
Must be declared a great success
My small cigars all vanish within minutes
Excuse me, mine host, that I may visit
A nearby tobacconist
To replenish my supply of small cigars
And make the party swing again
I know my clothes seem shabby
And don't fit this Hampstead soiree
Where unread copies of Rolli
Off The Ground lyrics
Here comes the blue A million tears gonna tear apart What never shuts A million spears gonna pierce your heart A thousand cuts A million souls
ng StoneHere comes the blue A million tears gonna tear apart What never shuts A million spears gonna pierce your heart A thousand cuts A million souls
Well-thumbed Playboys
Decorate the hi-fi stereo record shelves
If you ask me they're on their way
To upper-middle-class oblivion
The stupid twits, they roll their only
One cigarette between them
My small cigar's redundant now
In the haze of smoking pleasure
Call it a day
Get the hell away
Go down
The Bare Necessities lyrics
Look for the bare necessities The simple bare necessities Forget about your worries and your strife I mean the bare necesseties Old Mother Natu
the cafeLook for the bare necessities The simple bare necessities Forget about your worries and your strife I mean the bare necesseties Old Mother Natu
For a cup of real tea
By the tube station, there's a drunk old fool
Who sells papers in the rush hour
I hand to him ten small cigars
He smiles, says, ``Son, God bless you''
A small cigar
Has changed his world, my friend
A small cigar
Has changed the world again
A small cigar . . .