Lyrics:
Silver
Don't bet your shirt on Long John Silver
Long John Silver, he's good with numbers
He makes hay while other folks slumber
Gives me the brass,
Yes, I miss you
Whitney Houston
I love the, the Lord
He heard my cry
And pitied every groan
Long as I, I live
And troubles rise
I hasten
gone, silicon
Stroll on what bomb?
Get away, payday
Make hay, break down
Need fix, big six
Click, click
Hold on, oh no
Bingo (bingo)
Make 'em
It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air
Won't you care for John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air?
Let him be, set him
gone, silicon
Stroll on what bomb?
Get away, payday
Make hay, break down
Need fix, big six
Click, click
Hold on, oh no
Bingo (bingo)
Make 'em
It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air
Won't you care for John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air?
Let him be, set him
Al John John Florence ripeando la ola
A la John John Florence viviendo de playa en playa
A la John John Florence reconocido por ser de los mejores
friends
Never rocked the boat until one day in July
John asked Whitney to the prom, I'm telling you no lie
Was he oblivious or did he not care
The social
You don’t see me, you can call me John Cena
You don’t see me, you can call me John Cena
You don’t see me, you can call me John Cena
You don’t see me,
You're tryin' make me you by seasoning
Up my mind with see Jane run, see John walk in a hardcore New York
It doesn't exist no way, no how
It seems
Y que haremos hoy pregunta Míster John a Míster Jean
Comer dormir afeitarnos y coser
Este mundo es un desastre nada hay nuevo bajo el sol
Si quieres
a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams, and Spiro Agnew
To eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary
The revolution will not be televised
a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams, and Spiro Agnew
To eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary
The revolution will not be televised
ain’t fit to be a captain.
It’s time for us to sack ‘im!
We’re done with Long John Silver
Early in the morning.
Way, hay! Let’s get thinkin’!
Way, hay
Ooh ooh ooh ohh
We were sorta a Bobby and Whitney
The love was a drug at least you were Doing it wit me
How many times you cried about sixty
Ooh
pero nunca me voy a dejar
'Tá caliente, pero no me vo' a dejar, eh-eh
Hoy salimo' pa' la calle (wuh)
Luka Dončić, no hay manera que yo falle
Let's go
Okay, here we go
Pick your banjo solid, John
You picked one for fifteen years, ain't you?
Earl never did do that
Come and listen
piece of country heaven
Where we turn it up to eleven
Uncle John's farm is a place we can go
Where no one will stand in our way
And you'll love Aunt
de nuevo de eso no hay duda
Vamos a estrujarnos en la oscura
John john john Eric la Roca Osorio
Los Bandoleros mercenario
Sosa
Mami no te hagas mas
Let's go
Okay, here we go
Pick your banjo solid, John
You picked one for fifteen years, ain't you?
Earl never did do that
Come and listen
Bert Newton; Warwick Capper; Samantha Fox; Richard Wilkins; Don Lane;
Rocky Burnette; Ernie Sigley; Olivia Newton John; New Kids On The Block;
Billy
Yeah
It was luv at first sight
When i saw you at the hay - bail
I was trimmin' mah corn feilds
And i sent you an e-mail
You sent one back and you
John
All you need is love
Si tú quieres hay otro camino
Tanto tanto talento perdido
Suban a los que no alcanzaron
Es un vuelo que provoca un giro
Una
started with the hayloft a-creakin'
Yeah, it just started in the hayloft
With his long johns on, Pop went a-creepin'
Out to the barn, out to the hay
Young
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