Lyrics:
~Tommy~
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy,
Yankee Doodle do or die.
A real live nephew of my unlce Sam,
I was born on the 4th of July.
I've got
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my uncle Sam's
Born on the Fourth of July
I've got a Yankee Doodle
Yankee Doodle went to town
A-riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his hat
And called it macaroni
Yankee Doodle, keep it up
Yankee Doodle dandy
no difference to me
When it's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside
(Yankee, Hotel, Foxtrot)
It's hot in the poor places tonight
no difference to me
When it's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside
(Yankee, Hotel, Foxtrot)
It's hot in the poor places tonight
and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, beat it man, beat it
If a Yankee come to Trinidad
They
Yankee Doodle never went to town
I just discovered the story was phony
Let me give you all the real low-down
He didn't even own a pony
He was
Yankee Doodle never went to town
I just discovered the story was phony
Let me give you all the real low-down
He didn't even own a pony
He was
Mary
Alpha
Yankee
Delta
Alpha
Yankee
Mary
Alpha
Yankee
Delta
Alpha
Yankee
Mayday
Mayday
and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, beat it man, beat it
If a Yankee come to Trinidad
They
Yankee Doodle came to town
Ridin' on a pony
In Dixieland where I was born
Early on one frosty morn
Look away, look away, look away
Daddy Yankee viene acá, y está seguro de que viene a matar
Don-siguiri-dondon, siguiri-dondon, siguiri-siguiri-don
No intentes parar a esta persona
I'm a flag waving, patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam
A rough riding fighting Yankee man
I love mom and apple pie
And the freedoms that we all enjoy
Todos esos cantantes-tantes
Boy, boy
Todos eso cantantes que-e-e
El Daddy Yankee ahora
Todos esos cantantes
Boy, boy
Todos eso cantantes
Yankee Doodle went to town
Riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his hat
And called it macaroni
Yankee Doodle keep it up
Yankee Doodle dandy
and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, beat it man, beat it
If a Yankee come to Trinidad
They
and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, beat it man, beat it
If a Yankee come to Trinidad
They
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy Yankee
Con el ritmo para todas las ladies
Los Homerun-es
Daddy Yankee, dice así, para usted (¿qué?)
Gyal, gyal, gyal, que
YANKEE GO HOME
WITH JAN HOWARD
Writer Harlan Howard
(Jan) Yankee go home, you'll never love me
I know you're just homesick and alone
Go on back
be wall to wall in Wall Street
We could be livin' hand to mouth
Jesus loved a Yankee
But God saved the south
Across the street in the pool hall
(Yankee, saca los fuletes)
Daddy
Daddy Yankee
(Tommy, saca los fuletes) los cangri
Presentando a Tommy Viera
Yankee, saca los fuletes, nos
Yankee soldier
He want to shoot some skag
He met it in Cambodia, but now
He can't afford a bag
Yankee dollar talk
To the dictators
and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, beat it man, beat it
If a Yankee come to Trinidad
They
Yankee, métele con candela
Yankee, métele con candela
Métele con candela
Pa' que to'a' las yales se muevan
Luny, métele con candela
Luny,
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