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The Happy Wanderer

Frankie Yankovic

Polka's Greatest Hits, Vol. 4

1995

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha
Val-dera
My knapsack on my back

I love to wander by the stream 
That dances in the sun
So joyously it calls to me

A Place in the Choir

Celtic Thunder

Heritage

2011

and the high notes ringing,
And the hoot owl cries over everything
And the blackbird disagrees

Singing in the night time, singing in the day,
When little

a 100 karats
I'm rare like a 100 karats
These niggas thinking that they hot all the cock riding need to stop
Harlem nigga paper chasing 116th manhattan

Aye
Hold on
Uh
Look
Right
Yea
Right
I got Demons on my side
I got, hold on
Aye, look
Smoke in front the corner store
Cops passing by while we going

Harlem on the rise, give a shout out to Manhattan. Money is the motive, knowledge is a blessing, seeing synchronities before it start trending. Tryna cop

on the lake
Dwindling real estate
The prices are high but shadows dance for free
On blackboards
And tired bleachers
Terrified and stoned
Manhattan eyes

In Miami relaxin’/
I be rappin’ no cap drove the Gat,
From Manhattan


Look who pops outta the blue,
That Boy’s the truth/
Watch me hop into this coop,

and still
Surrounded by the hustle, I longed for something more
A slower pace, a little grace, land yet to explore

So tell 'em I'm coming back, back to where

Shoulders been feeling like boulders
It's time that I shake up and ease up the load
I live by the code so I'm gonna sell
But know that my soul will not be

never rap again
As my hand faithfully grabs the pen
Painfully, backstabbed by friends
Watch the blood ooze out, then I scream and I shout

Nothing comes

please proceed to back in
In Manhattan
With lil raincoat in Manhattan
In the spots that you ain't got access
Ain't got the password cuz you ain't active

I left the bike by the curb
Hailed a taxi to my right and told him, "hurry"
Everything was tangerine
Everything was fine
All the untold reveries,

got time for that stuff
She came from upstate but shorty staying in the island
Manhattan
Shit beautiful
Wild how fast it took me to get used to you
Told

Balisong when we jabbin'
Then we hit it left with the right attack
Could've been just a few laugh's over manhattan's
Could've left it with the prison but had

Train emerges from the underground 
everybody's got their heads bowed down

The city lights are going by unseen
The woman on my left tears a page out

the Standard Hotel
I'm in the Standard Hotel

I've been in the church basement
I've seen Manhattan's bedrock
I've been in the Rockaways awakened by the cops
I've

Went out ta LA and slept on the beach
Just Santa Monica and me and my dreams
Woke up in the sand next to the pier
To someone picking up trash by my

Mr. Manhattan walked up to me
and asked me why the long face?
We're on an island do you need an ice tea?

I said, "I used to have a pretty little

Walk with me for a while

Past the parking lot out where the boats glide by

As the sun settles down on the Upper West Side
We’ll leave solid ground

kin
Don't make me rearrange your chin, make it swollen by the inch hoe

Give me my money, hoe, You think it's funny, hoe
I need the cuddy hoe, do

the guys split to kiss the Lizzie's ass
At call of the shining stars
The warriors hypnotized by the brilliant light

Ooh ooh bitches offbeat
Ooh ooh smack my

Well were dancing under the sun

Your high heels flashing my collar undone

I held you closley in my arms

My body totally embraced by your charms

Say I'm sliding in Manhattan with my bros
And I'm tatted as a motherfucker, baby let me know
If your nigga ain't doing it right then I guess I gotta

I'm normally two glasses of red wine
Sayin' goodbye to the girls
And home by midnight
But then i met this guy

He’s a little bit old fashioned