Lyrics:
Manilow
An der Copacabana
An der Copacabana
Weißer Sand
Weiß wie Schnee
Barry Manilow
Jaja
An der Copacabana
Sie fragt
Du schöpfst deine
känner mig så hög
Punk är skit punk är skit punk är skit punk är skit
Vi vill bara lyssna på Barry Manilow
Barry Manilow
Han får mig ner på knä och ner
standing right in front of me
And it feels just like a song
By Barry Manilow
It's like being round your parents
Cuz you feel judged and I do too
But now
I was outer space like Jupiter (Ugh)
I was smoking trees like juniper (Ugh)
You don't wanna Russell I'm D'Angelo
Chopper singing like Barry Manilow
pass cops
So much game boy need a mascot
Yeah, the world the world is yours
Writing hits Barry Manilow
Tighter than a bitch with some camel toe
Ridin'
PUT A QUARTER IN THE JUKE BOX
WITH RONNIE MILSAP
WRITER BARRY MANILOW
Barry
She said she'd always love me She said she'd never leave me
Then I
Top: 7
Theme: Barry Manilow
Original: Barry Manilow
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One voice
Singing in the darkness
All it takes is one voice
Singing so they hear what's
You can torture me
With Donnie & Marie
You can play some Barry Manilow
Or you can play some schlock
Like New Kids On The Block
Or any Village People
niggas gettin' money
Just a bittersweet symphony
I play these keys, handle dope Barry Manilow
The game a bitch but at times she sweet as cantaloupe
briefcase
Said, it ain't Bob Hope or Barry Manilow
Then I borrowed Norton's hat, cause I forgot my Kangol
Ralph said, "I got a scheme, let me get to it"
You can torture me
With Donnie & Marie
You can play some Barry Manilow
Or you can play some schlock
Like New Kids On The Block
Or any Village People
Caught with a trunk of Barry Manilows
They sing a different tune when the slammer close
From the concrete grew a rose
They give you Wraith talk, I give
C-E-O in this bitch,
Lil' Weezy stand tall, Tippy-toe in this bitch
Blood gang muthafucka' da da doe in this bitch,
Make ya girl get Barry Manilow in
bitch
Blood gang muthafucka' da da doe in this bitch
Make ya girl get Barry Manilow in this bitch
In the body of the World, money is the blood
THE EARLY MORNING STRANGERS
WRITERS HAL DAVID, BARRY MANILOW
Every mornin' many late night lovers
Wake up to become early mornin' strangers
you're ok, we're ok, so
I think I'm gonna buy my own radio show
Spread the good news and the Barry Manilow
Happy talk, no rock, non-stop easy listening
like Nelly and she blow like Barry Manilow
Riding through my city wearing more red than Santa Claus
My life a movie, I am legend, red drop and a dog
Welcome to the Heavy Entertainment Show
Where Eminem meets Barry Manilow
I am notorious
For making all the crowd sing the chorious
I just made up
keeps playing that Barry Manilow record
"Copacabana" over and over and over again. I want you to ring the
Doorbell, and when he answers the door, I want
Now girl, you ain't a pretty love song
Some kind of Barry Manilow
You're an edgy little rocker, call me up at one o'clock
And say you're sneaking
more dough than Barry Manilow
Fly cars, I got diamonds in jelly jars
To earn respect, collectin' bar fight scars
Slick talkin' with a chick when
Like a barry manilow
Jingle I'd like to
Teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
A symphonic blank stare.
It doesn't make you care.
Not
Bananarama or ramabanana
Fuckin' Barry Manilow on the Copa Cabana
Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna
You gotta syphon the spinach, you
To all them old Barry Manilow songs
If that's what it does to you
I'm a fool too
If you're a fool to give in so quickly
To feeling as strong and true
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