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Carnisata nappin on the grill(grill)
So now we eat
The cops cruise by looking for the boos
But what Ruben had was plainly simply apple juice
Coming up short
Carnisata nappin on the grill(grill)
So now we eat
The cops cruise by looking for the boos
But what Ruben had was plainly simply apple juice
Coming up short
Torturing rats with a hack-saw
And pulling the wings off of flies

Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but
what were their names?
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James

Now tonight there are lights in our country so bright
In the farms and in
Oh, I could talk all night with you
Lying by your side
All about the times we've had
And everything to come

We're always good together
And with you
as you can. 'cause were going to try and record this so you'll know ...
I feel so good,
Feel so good
Feel so good
Feel so good
So nice, so nice
So
I got a letter
It come to me by mail
My baby's a comin' home
I hope that she won't fail

Because I feel so good
I feel so good
You know I feel so
I had a dream last night
We never said good-bye
You were here with me
Brown Eyes

It felt just like old times
When you were by my side
I could
to time

But those were the days (those were the days)
Man, those were the days (those were the days)
So here's to the good old days, baby, one more
Yes, it is, honey
Something good's gonna happen to you
Well, all right now

I lost all faith in man
But you took by my hand
Said that I looked
I got a letter
It come to me by mail
My baby's a comin' home
I hope that she won't fail

Because I feel so good
I feel so good
You know I feel so
secret after hours place

And you look so good
Look so good tonight
You look so good, I'm blinded by your light
I want to live my life more carefully
Stepped into the hall
And saw all my friends were there
A neon sign was flashin', "Welcome, come on in"
It feels so good feelin' good again

My
It's time to leave it alone
So I don't think we're gonna beat this postcard home

We're down to the worm in the bottle
The chips and the salsa are
not over, I'll call tomorrow night
I can't let you go so why pretend?

Just a walk on by, wait on the corner
I love you but we're strangers when we
not over, I'll call tomorrow night
I can't let you go so why pretend?

Just walk on by, wait on the corner
I love you but we're strangers when we
side
And her face was white with fear in case her actions were observed
So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind

Crying
"God knows I'm
Stepped into the hall 
And saw all my friends were there 
A neon sign was flashin' "Welcome come on in"
It feels so good feelin' good again
This Better Be Good
By Fountains of Wayne


I saw you holding hands
With some guy wearing light blue Dockers pants
And I thought that I might just
And does it ever make you stop and wonder 
If all your good times pass you by 

I don't hold no mystery 
But I can show you how to turn the key 
'Cause
Wonder why I feel so shy when you are passing by
The years of love and wine
Pass by the magic eye
Good time, lifetime
Good line, lifeline
Pass by the magic
not over, I'll call tomorrow night
I can't let you go so why pretend?

Just a walk on by, wait on the corner
I love you but we're strangers when we
Have yourself a good, good time
But don't you know
It's getting late

Yeah, if this world
Is gonna be our home
We gotta make it strong
By living
Love

Have yourself a good, good time
But don't you know
It's getting late

Yeah, if this world
Is gonna be our home
We gotta make it strong
By
by and soon
the one was five young hombres
burning fire
they were in no doubt
which side of the fence they were on
prick up your ears