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Bum Bum With Bam Bam Rhythm (Delroy Wilson) · Bump Tiddle Dee Bum Bum! (Tex Ritter) · Der BUM BUM Song (Gerry) · Bum Bum with Bam Bam Rhythm (Bum Bum w/ Bam Bam Rhythm) · Cattle and Bum/Live in Manchester [DVD] (Peter & the Test Tube Babies) · Yo! Bum Rush the Show (Public Enemy) · Turds on a Bum Ride, No. 6 (Band of Joy) · You Can't Stop the Bum Rush (Len) · You Can't Stop the Bum Rush [Japan Bonus Track] (Len) · La Bum (Sportfreunde Stiller) – and 90 other albums »


You are the daughters of sorrow
And somehow I just know
I'm gonna have to hang around you

We walk through the world
As if by starlight
We've
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead vocals by Dennis DeYoung

father
you're a sad old man
your tawdry vest is gray

memories
of a former man
are
Yesterday I was a bum and broke.
Today I am a star and broke.
In this town that’s called progress,
That’s how we do biz.

I’ve been rich
Jiggy jiggy bum bum
Hey piggy run run
Jiggy jiggy bum bum
And a hey piggy run

Tied my rope around his feet
Swung him up in the mill to bleed
stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, its got to make it black and blue

Well, I'm goin' to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Well,
was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you

But
Phoney jewels, or rock star phone

I'm waiting for a friend to call, or the rain to fall
Life goes by
Who knows why

[Chorus]
I can't wait for
Phoney jewels, or rock star phone

I'm waiting for a friend to call, or the rain to fall
Life goes by
Who knows why

[Chorus]
I can't wait for
stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, its got to make it black and blue

Well, I'm goin' to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Well,
was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in
a ride, tryin' to bum a ride,
Tryin' to bum a ride.

Nobody seem to know me,
Everybody pass me by.

Well, I'm standin' on a highway
Tryin' to hold
was summertime in Northern Michigan
Ahh Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in
too
Oh yeah

Got to get you by yourself
I-I don't need nobody, else
I'm just waiting for the sign
To say the night is yours and mine

Where I really
Time: 1:47 beach bum music bmi
Producer: brian wilson
Assistant engineer: squek stone
Mixed by mark linett at image
Brian wilson

One, two

Acapella,
fade away the way that Bohemians often bare the frigid air 
He returned from Alabama to see what he could see 

Constant commentary by the wayside
Well it was just two years ago,
I met a girl in San Fransisco
Took her by the hand and I trapped her love.
And it was then that I could see.
Just
them ol' grey mules 

The farm grew to be a moneymaker 
And the house he lived in grew up room by room 
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
of Alabama

Yeah, nothing against the crimson tide
I just need that girl here by my side
And I know if I get my way
Alabama's gonna be crying that day

Yeah,
Get a job, you bum bum bum bum
Money don't grow on trees, you bum bum bum bum, 

Silent Farts, Deadly Farts, 
All was calm, Not for long, 

Oh come
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you

But
Throwing you a line, send me back a sign, love
One by land or two by sea

Oh Bells
Nothing here but bells
Ringing in my heart
La la la la la la

Meet
love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing 'Sweet Home Alabama' all summer long
land
Am
Walkin' down an alabama road

And he went by the name of william moore
Now what are you doing william moore
D g am
Why the letter in your
Southern man, you sure are pretty,
Got a smile to still the city,
And Lord, you know, you got those sleepy eyes.
Alabama sweet-talking baby,