Lyrics:
Luis Fonsi (Hey)
It's Charly (Oh)
Hey, no no
Come flip it like I flip a grand
(Báilalo, báilalo)
Make ya bumpa flip like I flip a grand
Yes, and now I'm out walking
Where the midnight ride
Just me and the good-time Charlies
And the suicide
Here comes long lonely
Here comes the blues
a defend
Love to si di charlies inna Benz or a BM
Holla if ya livin' right
Get the benjamins, aight?
Let them know a money we a defen (Holla at us now)
terminar en cuatro Charlies
No hablo de lo que no sé (no, no, no)
Porque en la vida tampoco se puede creer en todo lo que uno ve
Le prometí a mi pai'
Baby was dancin'
With Charly standing in line in the wing
And yesterday's rain turns to snow
Shake your head now honey child
Shake your head now
Nike Cave,
Jaime Santiago el Loco why Andres
Charly, Fito, Espineta,
Erica Andrea why como no, esa mi Julieta.
Nos queda Vennarech, Marrakech,
Damn near 3 million on whips (ah)
Gremlins half deaf, barely listen, don't get killed (don't die)
Members half Charlies, half GDS (ooh), half crips,
Tausend Reisen, tausend Länder
Mit Gesichtern, die sich laufend ändern
Deins zählt für mich die Welt zusammen
Denn du bist Likkle One und Charlys Mum
Andrés.
Charly, Fito, Spinetta, Érica,
Andrea y, cómo no, esa mi Julieta.
Nos queda Benarés, Marrakech,
Cádiz, Buenos Aires,
y Santo Domingo, si nos dejan
the sleeping for the next life
A life of Charlies, I bring the drugs right to the party
But tell nobody, I bring your bitch for calamari
She love my money
flash backs
I get drunk and do the same old, same old
Take three girls home and call them Charlies Angels
What'chu gonna do after we get signed?
I'm
flash backs
I get drunk and do the same old, same old
Take three girls home and call them Charlies Angels
What'chu gonna do after we get signed?
I'm
Charly, fito, espineta, erica andrea y como no, esa mi Julieta
Nos queda vennarech, marrakech, cadiz, buenos aires
Y santo domingo si nos dejan volver
pourquoi j'ai plein de collègues
J'hérite de leurs legs et dynamite Charly Oleg
La dubitative plume du poète du bitume
Fait ratatata sur les tartes aux
Where the blues was born
Charly Patton, Fred McDowell, Willie Brown
Son House, Son Thomas, that delta sound
Black man's heart, black man's soul
Bo
Benjamin)
Respect, Baby Ranks, Charly (Los Benjamin, Los Benjamin)
No hay más na' que hablar (Los Benjamin, Los Benjamin)
Jorge (Los Benjamin, Los
un banc public près de Campo Formio
Je pense à l'SOS issu de mon esprit
Allô papa tango Charly
Le père de celle qui partagea mon Dunlopillo
Avait
naufragio
Quedaron esparcidos
O desaparecidos, o rotos
Nos queda Leonard Cohen
Tom Waits y Nick Cave
Jaime, Santiago, el Loco y Andrés
Charly, Fito,
Mr. Charly García
Fundó esta ciudad (Si Señor!)
Espero que me recuerde
En medio de una resaca matinal
Sweet Home Buenos Aires
Donde el cielo
You Won t get Far!
Walkings Unheard of SO DON"T
In Los Angel eees!
OH, CARLOS AND CHARLIES SUPPLY LA'S FOLLEY WITH MILD THRILLS
THEN THE FINALE,
to hide
Yes, and now I'm out walking
Where the midnight ride
Just me and the good-time Charlies
And the suicide
Here comes long lonely
Here comes
mister D, or Charly, some say
Fashion!
Dress-up dummies for a little while
Crashed the crash party in real chicks style
Karl and his lens they like
when I turned around he was pullin' a big palm tree
Right up out of the ground
And swattin' those Charlies with it from here to Kingdom Come
When he
'Cause when I turned around he was pullin' a big palm tree
Right up out of the ground
And swattin' those charlies with it from here to kingdom come
.JPG/238px-Charly_McClain_(2).JPG "Charly McClain")
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