Lyrics:
We are all traveling in the footsteps
Of those that'd come before
And we'll all be reunited
On that new and sunlit shore
When the Saints go
and
Ol' Saint Nicholas gay are we
Catching kisses by the yuletide tree
Wouldn't you know that you'd be responsible
For all the holiday noise?
Wouldn't
D'un tratto ti giri mentre poghi tra la mischia
E' il ragazzo ideale jeans borchie e tatoo
Anche lui ti guarda ed è amore a prima vista
Non ti conosce
d'une tige s'est pointé
Mais dessus la terre bravant la poussière on a vu pousser un olivier
Saint Martin l'Olive et la partie feu et la partie feu l'a
n'ont pas menti
Viens encore, viens ma favorite
Descendons ensemble au jardin
Viens effeuiller la marguerite
De l'été de la Saint-Martin
Viens
[Thiang]
"There is a happy land, far, far away,
Where saints in Glory stand, bright, bright as day."
[Spoken] In the beginning God created
Une foule de petits Saint-Martin
Qu'avons-nous fait bonnes gens, dites-moi,
De tout l'amour du monde?
On l'aurait vendu pour je ne sais quoi
Que
Une foule de petits Saint-Martin
Qu'avons-nous fait bonnes gens, dites-moi,
De tout l'amour du monde?
On l'aurait vendu pour je ne sais quoi
Que
du paradis
Saint-Martin, Saint-Martin, ne pleure pas
Si aujourd'hui l'ouragan t'a blessé
Saint-Martin, Saint-Martin, tu verras
Par notre
Faubourg Saint-Martin, berceau des romances d'amour
De tous les refrains que nous fredonnons chaque jour
Tes vieilles maisons, aux murs noircis par les
oh, let the players play
I'd be just like Leo, in Saint-Tropez
I'm so sick of running
As fast as I can
Wondering if I'd get there quicker
If I
Thiang
"There is a happy land, far, far away,
Where saints in Glory stand, bright, bright as day."
[Spoken] In the beginning God created
Come to me my melancholy baby
Cuddle up and don't be blue
[introduction to Dean Martin's 15 minute radio spot]
Or else I shall be melancholy too
Rosetta (who are you talking about?)
Sweet Loretta Fart, she thought she was a cleaner
But she was a frying pan (sweet Rosetta Martin, Rosetta)
, Martin, Martin, Martin
Würde Onkel D ablösen
Bäume pflanzen, was das Zeug hält
Die Welt geht ja doch nicht unter
Die Welt geht ja doch nicht unter
Etait-ce soir ou bien matin, comme à l'arbre une fleur se penche
Elle était lundi et dimanche, à l'été de la Saint-Martin
Le soleil n'avait pas
The hell of Northern Paris - Roubaix
The Cote d'Azur and Saint Tropez
The Alps and the Pyrenees
Last stage Champs-Elysees
Galibier and Tourmalet
a
Designer as I was not allowed to go to
Saint Martin's because I was too famous
By the time I realized I
Wanted to design fame
Is often looked down upon in
the world like Mary
Sleepin rarely, too much beast for the Aries
Gilla! Get cream like, Ben & Jerry's
Too fly to mail me, C.O.D.
Opened up my mind and let
I have this memory,
warmth on my skin,
I have this memory,
never leaves my mind,
oh, saint martin,
oh, saint martin,
I have this memory,
chilled
L.A.,
Casually glancing at his toupee.
Wish I was an English muffin
'Bout to make the most out of a toaster.
I'd ease myself down,
Comin' up
I'd like to dedicate this song
To Dr martin Luther King Jr my favorite
On Boppy's back I can see miracle out be
As I by in limousine
Boppy's back is
Cavalry choirs are singin'
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason, I can't explain
Once you'd gone, there
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