Lyrics:
It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio
Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio
It's the eh, it's the ethnic
It's the hip hop dance, let's sing
(Hello?)
Is this 418-9749?
(Speaking)
Sarah?
(Yeah)
Sarah Jackman, Sarah Jackman,
How's by you? How's by you?
How's by you the family? How's
like that old song by Hank Williams,
I am so lonesome I could cry.
Can't seem to shake these sad old feelings,
I've really got the lonesomes tonight.
a writers credit which of
Course made me sick eGo-EGo-EGO!
When I was in
NY I had to meet with William Orbit
Which has you know we're trying to do
A deal with
now)
And
Nah, nah, nah
Yo, Mister Will.I.Am (Mister Will.I.Am)
Win or win (Mister Will.I.Am)
Get our boogie on when the weekend come
Check
break >
Lovers, kids an' fools!
< instrumental break >
Hmmm . . .
Words and Music by Marvin Hamlisch
and Paul Williams
to Clarksdale
Please fly down on Second Street
Well you know I don't want you to stop flyin'
Until you take the letter out to Stovall for me
Fly on, canary
can lock you away
You can walk or you can choose to remain
Everyday can pass you by
While you were holding the key
This is how it turns
This is
ILLUMINATION
by William Schermerhorn
Out of the darkness
A spark! Aglow.
Nourished
By earth.
Embraced
By air.
Entwined.
Scattering shadow.
Well we're comin' to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet air liner
And if you want
Life was simple then
When your love was mine
There's a cool wind
On the desert tonight
I can almost see your golden hair
Flyin' in the moonlight
motivation
Just give me some security
I'm a paranoid schizoid product of the twentieth century
You keep all your smart modern writers
Give me William
paying my rent every day in the tower of song
I said to Hank Williams, "How lonely does it get?"
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him
all day like I'm Bryan Williams
The new hip-hop landlord I'm 'bout to buy the buildin'
And I'm evictin' all you cats that only spit an ounce
And like
motivation
Just give me some security
I'm a paranoid schizoid product of the twentieth century
You keep all your smart modern writers
Give me William
The Men of the West
(William Rooney)
When you honor in song and in story
The names of the patriot men,
Whose valor has covered with glory
Full many
through the sky,
Pulled along by gravity and nobody knows why
So it's a Cosmic Hallelujah that we're sittin' here right now,
And Becky's at the bar
midnight ravers
Head in the loud clouds, both feet on the fuckin' pavement
Birds flyin' high, you know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Tryin' hard now, it's so hard now
Tryin' hard now, Rocky power by the hour
Pumpin' iron God ya know he's tryin'
Every nerve a wire sweatin' blood, like
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was drivin'
Trees flew by, me and Del were singin' little Runaway
I was flyin
what about the old matron
As she sits by the fire?
William, keep your heart, she said
Keep up your heart and do not fear
It's seven years or even more
Bruce Lee;
Like Water
Why because water is insubstantial
By that I mean you can not grasp hold of it
You can not punch it and hurt it
So be soft like
Tryin' hard now, it's so hard now
Tryin' hard now, Rocky power by the hour
Pumpin' iron God ya know he's tryin'
Every nerve a wire sweatin' blood, like
keep my sunnyside grin
Though our love is dead and gone
In my heart it still lives on and on
Feel like some poor dyin' swan
Tired of flyin
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