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Bing Crosby with the Bob Crosby Orchestra and Friends (Bing Crosby) · Bob Crosby and His Dixieland Bob Cats (Bob Crosby) · Sweet Little Papa (Hal Smith) · Come to Papa (Carl Weathersby) · Come to Papa (Carl Weathersby) · Sweets for My Sweet/Sweet Sweet Soul (The Sweet Inspirations) · Sweet Sweet Sweet Music (Jahyute Revolution) · The Bob Crosby Orchestra (Bob Crosby) · Beyond Patina Jazz Masters: Bob Crosby (Bob Crosby) · EMI Comedy: Bing Crosby & Bob Hope (Bing Crosby) – and 90 other albums »


MC Lyte]
Come along way but we're still not there yet

[Bob Marley]
I'n'I will see you through
Jah knows the mighty cry, the truth it cannot hide
to look the same
Feel the burn from the same old evil flame
We watched her fall from sweet and kind
And I wish she could come back sweet Magdeline

She was
Papa sings a Christmas song
And it's so sweet that Nana sings along
The music notes fall from the sky
It's Baby's First Christmas Lullaby

The angels
come
I ain't here on business, baby, I'm only here for fun
And Rosie, you're the one

Rosalita, jump a little higher
Senorita, come sit by my fire
come
I ain't here on business, baby, I'm only here for fun
And Rosie, you're the one

Rosalita, jump a little higher
Senorita, come sit by my fire
come
I ain't here on business, baby, I'm only here for fun
And Rosie, you're the one

Rosalita, jump a little higher
Senorita, come sit by my fire
She had a bad dream in the back seat
The same one as yesterday, the same one as last week
Surrounded by her favorite favorites,
Elmo, Barbie, her
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)

You are... you gotta tell me something... I
scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link
("Toto... ! Toto... !"), blowing these terrible germs in his direction ("Come here, Toto... !"), and all of this caused ("Toto... !") by a huge mountain
started me?
I’ll bring it to your front door
Like you ordered me
Back in this bitch
But a lot more rich
On my Papa Bear shit
Need hot porridge
Got
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
"peace god"
"peace to the gods"
"how you god?"
"studyin' one-twenty right now"
"mm"
"call me back at the god hour"

The fuck?
It's just
park it
Here me come upon a magic carpet
And when you see me come I say me come seh fe park it

(Verse 5)
Me say me reach Trench Town place of Bob
Papa sings a Christmas song
And it's so sweet that nana sings along
The music notes fall from the sky
It's baby's first Christmas lullaby
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now.  They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan.  They don't know if they
Send her off to a little bible college in Missouri
And now you come back sayin' you know a little bit about
Every little thing they ever hoped you'd
Papa ain't call even though he saw me on TV, it's all good (fuck you)
But now my balls, balls deep in this broad's jaws, swallow girl, it's just
the lines of me 

When I look back over the years 
At the things that brought tears to my eyes 
Papa said we have to be wise 
To live long lives 
Now I
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both
I'm watching stars on my roof flying by
Wondering who am I?
My hoodie on it's getting cold outside
Let's make a bonfire and sing the songs
the lines of me 

When I look back over the years 
At the things that brought tears to my eyes 
Papa said we have to be wise 
To live long lives 
Now I
conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob to the beat

Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again
Drankin'
the lines of me 

When I look back over the years 
At the things that brought tears to my eyes 
Papa said we have to be wise 
To live long lives 
Now I
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals, drum machine)
Steve vai (guitar, acoustic guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Roy estrada (vocals)
Bob harris (boy