Lyrics:
Cost de fer el Pressupost Anual del Cost.
Groucho Marx, rient, rient, ho va deixar ben clar amb el seu acudit:
la mentida s'ha tornat una de les
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you
And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you
And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you
And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you
And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you
And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you
And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
to the breeze,
My dinner clothes may dine where they please,
For all I really want is you!
And to Groucho Marx I give my cravat,
To Harpo goes my shiny silk
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
The Surrealist Woman
Groucho Marx: She's just returned from a long engagement in France and a short marriage in Spain. Ladies and Gentlemen, I
demostrarlo, Groucho Marx.
No tiene cabida
Ponerse de meta llegar a la cima
Y si alguna vez tú llegas hasta arriba
Te olvides donde estaba el punto (de) salida.
ancestrales.
Me afanaba en leer
Columnas de Paco Umbral,
O a Kafka y Baudelaire
Jean Paul Sartre, Simone Bauvoir
Saramago, Beltort Brecht
Dostoiesky y Groucho
Hangovers trying to get home
Houses hung with hesitation
Clues, everywhere I roam...
Pidgeon hole, ticket soul
No money, no goal
Walter Raleigh, Groucho Marx
tienes al lado.
Todas sus cartas arrojaron.
si no se fuma nos vamos,
y racha de suerte destrozaron.
(ESTRIBILLO)
Muchos famosos han fumado
Groucho Marx
Tank man, tank man
I wanna be like Dalai Lama, teach the world about love and hope
I wanna be like Groucho Marx, and make the whole world laugh out loud
a scalfire i tuoi sentimenti
Eppure son lì, tipo corvi sui tralicci
Falsi come Groucho Marx con dei baffi posticci
Ricordi quando mangiavamo stretti a tavola?
emite el licántropo
Soy un diálogo de Groucho Marx, la luz del semáforo en Central Park
El hombre invisible en la barra del bar, los ojos del tigre
på stan så är man torsk
O narkoman
Du är en idiot
Som Groucho Marx när han blev vald till hedersledamot
I nån fin klubb Men han sa nej
Vill inte va
Munny
Reir y cocinar
Siempre con Annie
Y quiero fumar
Con Groucho Marx
No quiero cambiar
Es que soy
el nota en LA
es que soy
Chief en Treme
Y yo quiero
What did Groucho Marx say about being in the right club?
What did Brad Pitt say was the first rule of Fight Club?
Is Scores really the best
the streets of Spain
Painting Karl Marx on every door
Groucho Marx on every door
Mark of the Beast on every door
Santa Maria
Gloria Padre
Holy candy wrapper
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