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
With Bing Crosby, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr.
(chorus) [the drunks] The rest are solos.
Booze, Mister Booze (Mister Booze), Mister Booze
“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
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
“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
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
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
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
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
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
5 mics
Hook
J.R. Writer:
You gotta feel the heathen, we guerilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season
Watch him kill
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
Foregn lil hoe, yea my side chick is danish
Mike Jacksonnn.. my niggas dangerous
Haters talking, bet the money won't change us
Sammy Davis Jr. they
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
Ramirez
I have no physical address, I just spiritually manifest
Like mystical hat tricks, split in two in a casket and switch backwards
Sammy Davis Jr
entertained himself singing just like Sammy Davis Junior
He toyed with a trip to Miami
For money like that
he could have sweet talk in her ear
Now they don't
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
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
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
Streisand and then
Set up a conference call
With Sammy Davis and Charles de Gaulle
Call me Walter Cronkite
And tell him Nancy Dickerson said
That David
the police ask you just say that you don't recall it
Sorry, trouble man like Marvin Gaye
Pour my heart out, Sammy Davis, I ain't seen you since the strokers
Streisand and then
Set up a conference call
With Sammy Davis and Charles de Gaulle
Call me Walter Cronkite
And tell him Nancy Dickerson said
That David
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