Lyrics:
I wanna sleep through the weekend
I wanna try
I wanna walk on my own floor
Before I die
And now, now the band tunes up
And now remember your lines
a voice from afar said
"With the right device you can make a pattern grow
Or you can tune up your car"
So we stayed on the train admiring the time
88 keys is all i wanna see
Right now
Sound waves and frequency
Is what i wanna be
Right now
If you tune up to the right channel
Close your eyes
"the band began to tune up, though it seemed a pointless exercise considering the kind
Of music they were going to play..."
just like a cheerful chick-a-dee,
And whistle while you work (whistle)
Come on get smart
Tune up and start
To whistle while you work.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet
Give me that
Sweet symphony
Bae bae bae bae
Tune it up
Tune it up
Tune it up
Yea yea yea
Tuning it up
Yea yea yea
holiday
We've got to get there in time to play
Tune up the fiddle rosin the bow
We could be the only country band on a rock and roll show
We've got
just like a cheerful chick-a-dee,
And whistle while you work (whistle)
Come on get smart
Tune up and start
To whistle while you work.
Yeah, Bon voyage, tonight we're gonna rock the boat
Yeah, we're gonna motor out
Drop anchor in the middle
Drag out the guitars, and tune up the fiddles
feet don't light up? Ok
Now we'll tune up and prepare to
Rock out for you ok
W Hello? We're gonna start
Off with a uh, a very old song
It was originally
out if tune
Pick up your hat
Close up your flat
Get out, get under the moon
Underneath the bright silvery light
You'll be feeling better soon
and the Doors don't want that either.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Doors!
Now hold it, we've gotta tune up.
Hey Philadelphia!
Do you feel all right?
気だるげなグラスを僕で冷やして
(爪の先から月が昇り海に零れるまできっと)
永遠に忘れることもできない
焼きついた感情はあてどもない
Tune up all the night
朝まで
Tune up all the night
二人で
Tune up all the night
世界に
Tune up all
just got a tune-up the other day, man
My shit all that
Ha ha ain't this a bitch, pined-out Pete.
Let's keep, oh my goodness
Man, shut the fuck
just got a tune-up the other day, man, my shit and all that
Ain't this a bitch, pined-out Pete let's keep, oh my goodness
Man, shut the fuck up, let me
1-40 is the number to move your body
Get going, grab a girl and start to party
Turn up the tune (turn up the tune)
Stomp your feet and mark the beat
just like a cheerful chick-a-dee,
And whistle while you work (whistle)
Come on get smart
Tune up and start
To whistle while you work.
Well I can see a bunch of wet creatures, look at them on the run
The carnival traffic noise it sings the tune splashing up 'n'
Even the ducks can
You will ask for me
There'll be no one else
That you'll wanna see
Bring down my fiddle
Tune up my strings
I'm gonna break it wide open
Like the early
just like a cheerful chick-a-dee,
And whistle while you work (whistle)
Come on get smart
Tune up and start
To whistle while you work.
the Georgia blues for the plow and hoe
Got the Georgia blues for the plow and hoe
Walked out my shoes over this ice and snow
Tune up the fiddle, dust off
boombox
Crank up the tunes let's dance
Just gimme that boombox
Crank up the tunes
Just gimme that boombox
Crank up the tunes let's dance
Just gimme that
can see you are an angel
With wings that won't unfold
Tune up your harp, polish your old halo
The only kind of man that you ever wanted
Was the one
tat
Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin'
It's better when I'm drinkin'
I tune up when I'm drinkin'
Rum, rum when I'm
Brra, ta, ta, tat
Shots, shots,
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