Lyrics:
is cryin'
You know if I can sing pop tunes like
Frank Sinatra or Sammy Davis Jr.
I don't think I still could do it
Cause Lucille don't wanna play
sock is singing at my funeral
I'm gonna pop out of the coffin and go
"Hey! What the Hell is this about? Sammy Davis Jr. gets Frank Sinatra
And I get
“SANTA’S GOT A SURFBOARD GUITAR SLEIGH”
Lyrics, Music, and Musical Arrangement by Julius J. Davis, Jr.
Copyright c 2016 by Julius J. Davis, Jr
“BONAFIDE COUNTRY GAL”
Lyrics, Music, and Musical Arrangement by Julius “JUICE” Davis, Jr. (aka Julius Joseph Davis, Jr.)
Copyright c 2020 by Julius
“THROUGH MY FATHER’S EYES”
Lyrics, Music, and Musical Arrangement by Julius J. Davis, Jr.
Copyright c 2012 by Julius J. Davis, Jr.
**THIS SONG IS
Sammy on a stick
cbout a week or two later, I drove by there again
cnd Sammy's arms and vest and torso had all been placed in
Yeah construction had been
Jackie sang "Lonley Teardrops"
When Sammy (Davis, Jr.) danced, the crowd went wild
I think I saw Ella standing with Mahalia
Backstage with Elvis with
broke like Sammy Davis Jr
The solar followed by the lunar
Followed by the solar
Followed by McDonalds and Coke Cola
The point is that
Whatever the outcome
the best of the best
Sammy B and Shazam which means there's no contest
Well, I'm an MC debater, rhyme regulator
Cool creator, rapper, not a raper
A damn
hands
That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talking bout the cuffs did it
He ran away, fronting majorly, eyes like Sammy Davis Jr.
Rounded off with
Hey D.T. what you been up to
It's been a real long time
And your bill's past due
Stop right there
Don't you look away
'Cause you've had your fun
Now
We had the greatest time
At Frank Sinatra's party
We drank expensive wine
Then watched the night roll by
I saw a showgirl dance
With Sammy
With Bing Crosby, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr.
(chorus) [the drunks] The rest are solos.
Booze, Mister Booze (Mister Booze), Mister Booze
know, if I could sing pop tunes like Frank Sinatra or,
Sammy Davis Junior, I don't think I still could do it,
'Cause Lucille don't wanna play nothing
I think it's crying.
You know, if I could sing pop tunes like Frank Sinatra
Or Sammy Davis Junior, I don't think I still could do
It, 'cause
Sammy Davis Jr. was Mr. Bojangles
(Here is something you can't understand)
Tell me y'all, who's the man?
Who's the man? (The Heavster)
("Time keeps
jingle, dangle
Sammy Davis Jr. was Mr. Bo jangles
(Here is something you can't understand)
Tell me y'all, who's the man?
Who's the man?
(The
say I'm only a modist
To me I'm braver, do me a favor, put you on my ?
you could be paid, the label puts you in my place
I'm jewish, like Sammy Davis
Like Walter Mitty,
Oh, book me a berth
In Sammy Davis City, yeah!
Well, Annie and Danny
Are growing too fast,
And I can't fix the hammock
'Cause
of Flavor's
Cyclops watch the bitch beam lasers
And all my diamonds dancing Jr, Sammy Davis
Oh that's you girl
I make her scream see you later
Take her home
I'm the Sammy Davis Jr. Jr. from the Rat Pack
Gravy fuck your bitch and disappear like I'm a Snapchat
That's that gas money
Bitch, I deserve
bread, you can do the tally
Yeah, I look like Sammy Davis Jr. But I'm still the Frankie, woo
Keep them cameras rolling when I roll up in the Lamby
Voice/
Sammy Davis Jr's Rhythm/
& Huey P. Newton's cudacity/
It is believing you are less than/
Until realizing you are greater than/
Like
specific, my talent is like, gifted
As if the late Miles Davis or the great Sammy
'Cause I be droppin' that dope hip-hop, yo understand me
Once knew
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