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CHRIS DE BURGH lyrics - At The End Of A Perfect Day

Brazil

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Ooh, next time I see you, I'll be singing in Brazil, Misty land of music where the feet are never still, And pretty senhoritas dressed up for the kill, They'll be glad that you're coming to Brazil, yeah, me too, So glad that you're coming to Brazil... Ooh, next thing you know you're out here dancing in the streets, Working with the people on that Boss-a-Nova beat, And some dark-eyed lady brings you wine and a chicken wing, In Brazil where the Carnival is king, yes, Brazil where the Carnival is king, everbody's singing, Ah la la Brazil, Ah la la Brazil, Ah la la Brazil, Ah la la Brazil, Ooh, Rio de Janeiro is the kind of place for me, Dancing in the moonlight, making love down by the sea, From Copacabana to the Corcovado hill, Everybody's always singing in Brazil, Yeah, everybody's, ooh singing, in Brazil, All together now... Ah la la Brazil... Cancao du Brazil... (Song of Brazil) Tudo beum Brazil... (All's well in Brazil) Ah la la Brazil...

Don't Stop

RUN DMC "Back From Hell"
[Run] As I proceed indeed to take the lead with speed All the suckers'll back off and fall But this is the hype I like and the type of mic You wanna fight Just gimme a call I'm going to breeze.. [D.M.C.] .. past the other MC's And D's rhymes'll flow like water The wind, the rain, the hurricane, it's all the same With rhymes in order [Run] And yo my name is Run, and yeah I'm all that Slap back the KING of the daddy mack's But that ain't the news I choose to tell I gotta use the cruise that bruises well For the grime you slime, you try to diss mine I put your head to bed, cause it's bedtime I knock out your teeth beneath your gums Now you're mumblin - you bum! (Turn out the lights Run!) Picture punks playin me close when I'm hard as hell, and that's all labelled SUCKERS Waitin for the King of Swing to bring 'Beats to the Rhyme,' and yeah I'm runnin things Now that's the name of the phrase, so don't be amazed at the ways my rhyme displays You gotta make the best of what you got to get to the top in hip-hop, you gotta diggy diggy don't STOP! [musical interlude] [D.M.C.] The artist, hittin hardest, smartest Professor, compressor, impressor to the lesser low-life of the mic I come CORRECT! (You surely right) The atmosphere is clear when I appear Here to wax and tax an MC for mere pennies And if any, wanna get with D I crash and bash and smash his ass for free Black man! Originating creating a beat I educate and straight from off the streets HARD, like a man was born to be It just just happened in rap I was born to be KING, yeah me the king of the rock So let's rock the spot and diggy don't STOP! [musical interlude] [DMC] Funky lyrics that you hear [both] AS WE RELEASE THE MASTERPIECE THE MUSIC WILL CEASE [Run] and I'll put up the peace sign [D.M.C.] And I roll with soul and reach my goal, the story is told D's bold, and suckers'll fold [Run] And I'm Run my son the fun has just begun and some are slum, and make em sell til crumbles crumb they hum, those fools will come And none have never done Run, Jay! [D.M.C.] D.M.C. the king is me and I be the voice of black community So be the unity inside of me, and we will all agree about this - don't STOP! [music to fade]

Long John Silver

JEFFERSON AIRPLANE "Long John Silver"
Long John Silver ring in his ear he's the hero, make that clear does the same thing his father did sailing around the Caribbean robing king with his talking parrot this time I think he's on the high side scabs are forming, scraped his knee guards are warning, a bad man is free he's like electric clock that needs no winding keeps the time without your hands western feet need no binding take a barefoot run through old Japan he's seen a thousand countries, they're all the same some men crazy - some men sane but all men are ruled by a flag or a game he knows nobody's got you if you don't sign your name Long John Silver serves no king no land holds him--that's why he feels like singing every country now then roars like Irish--drunk singing every monk will now then call his men to hear the wenches night bells ringing

Red Letter Year

ANI DIFRANCO "Red Letter Year"
New Year's Eve, we dropped mushrooms and danced around the house Making music with everything that we found Incantation replaced resolution And we vowed to allow each perfection that we could be And the Goddess sent word that this would be a red letter year They didn't mention how much shit was gonna change around here It's just as well we weren't swollen with unfocused dread We had visions of sugarplums dancing in our heads Dancing in our heads Oh, first you go under and then coming up gives you bends And when you break the surface all you see is your friends So you grab your purple crayon and flesh out the picture behind And finally the whole world is made of one unbroken line One unbroken line When you wake up sick as a dog with dull eyes and really bad hair Standing under a lit sign with the words on air And the water is rising, it's coming in everywhere Just remember you are there, you're always, always there And representing the white race a man with a monkey for a face Is flying over in his helicopter whistling Dixie and playing dumb In a town that might put a gun to your throat Or rip the roof right off your place There's a mold crawling up the walls and falling asleep in your lungs And you and I both know how to drink so We will always have work in this town And besides the police are stationed at the bridge And they're preventing passage to higher ground So let's pull up a barstool and get ourselves a ringside seat For one unnerving moment they're gonna show the truth on TV

Drummer Boy

JUSTIN BIEBER "Under The Mistletoe"
[Justin:] Come they told me pa rum pa pum pum. A newborn king to see, pa rum pa pum pum. Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pa pum pum. To lay before the king, pa rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum. Rum pa pa pum, rum pa pum pum pum pum. Yeah I'm on the drum, yeah I'm on the snare drum. Yeah I'm on the beat cause the beat goes dumb. And I only spit heat cause I'm playin' for the Son. Playin' for the King, playin for the Title, I'm surprised you didn't hear this in the Bible. I'm so tight, I might go psycho. Christmas time so here's a recital. I'm so bad like Michael, I know I'm still young but I go I go. Stupid stupid love like cupid, I'm the drummer boy so do it, do it. Little baby, pa rum pa pum pum. I am a poor boy too, pa rum pa pum pum. [Busta:] Gather round the mistletoe real quick. [Justin:] I have no gifts to bring, pa rum pa pum pum. [Busta:] Matter of fact, let's gather round the fireplace; it's about to get hot in here. [Justin:] That's fit to give our king... [Busta:] Bieber what up! [Justin:] Pa rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum. [Busta:] Lemme get straight to it. Yo. At the table with the family, havin' dinner, Blackberry on our hip and then it gave a little flicker. Then I took a look to see before it activates the ringer; Came to realize my homie Bieber hit me on the Twitter. Then I hit him back despite I had some food up on my finger, Sippin' eggnog with a little sprinkle of vanilla, Even though it's kinda cold, pullin' out a chinchilla, Bieber hit me back and said, "Let's make it hot up in the winter." I said, "Cool." Ya know Imma deliver; Let's collaborate and make the holiday a little bigger. Before we work I gotta get this off, See the other family members and drop gifts off. Then I'm headed to the studio cause ain't nothing stopping how You know we bout to turn it up and really get it poppin' now. People everywhere and all our Twitter followers, "Merry Christmas, Kwanza, happy Hanukkah! " [Justin:] Mary nodded, pa rum pa pum pum. The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pa pum pum. I played my drum for him, pa rum pa pum pum. I played my best for him, pa rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum. If you wanna give, it's the time of year. JB on the beat, yeah yeah, I'm on the snare. It's crazy how some people say, say they don't care, When there's people on the street with no food; it's not fair. It's about time for you to act merrily; It's about time for you to give to charity. Rarely do people even wanna help at all, 'Cause they warm by the fire, getting toys and their dolls. Not thinking there's a family out hungry and cold, Wishin' wishin' that they had somebody they could hold. So I think some of you need to act bold; Give a can to a drive, let's change the globe. Globe globe globe globe globe. I'm the drummer boy so do it, do it I'm the drummer boy so do it, do it I'm the drummer boy so do it, do it I'm the drummer boy so do it, do it I'm the drummer boy so do it, do it

Hustle Gang

IGGY AZALEA
[Intro:] Yeah, hustle gang nigga G.D.O.D get dough or die You ain't got no money nigga, fuck you [T.I.:] Let go, hustle gang Play no fucking games T.I.P.K.I.N.G you know my fucking name, haha Haters drop salt when they see the king Chips they come to london they know how to treat a king On highways whippin bentleys to the left side On the eastern hemisphere hollarin west side All we do is lay low and get high Pray to the most high, live never let die I swear I'm super cool, still will set fire To a nigga then I up and go hop on a red eye Till I'm dead I'm a live like it's all bad They say it's all good Platinum dog tag Yellow gold rolley Yellow hoe know me In beverly hills gettin me and ballin like Kobe, Swish! Do my dirt all by my lonely get no cody Shot 'em dead, my bitch went and took the charge for me In the phantom tell b-o-b hit the garage for me G.D.O.D Get dough or die answer to God only [Chipmunk:] I said rose's just a pussy Fuck her I'll go in You can catch a hollow tip for thinking you're a king Royalty, hustle gang keep the crown with us The only queens around here are the girls fucking us And the haters get skipped, Double dutch, TIP got us strapped in gear Press prešs double clutch Play with the bread, meet a toaster Need a ghost before I'm ghost Word to the holy ghost Yeah, I put my city on the map Everybody's on the jack spot On the flat room Word to the union, everytime we're ruling 'em Real talk, even pump the pill that keeps a tool with them Heaven sent me go to hell money Rolling in the deep still, I need that Adele money Went to the grammies I need six to keep my rolley all yellow Just the same as my bitch North to the south I be in the mix My location on Twitter should be writing your checks It's bed time for your career Pussy lay down Car full circle of buzz Cool I spray them rounds Yeah from LDN to the A town Time to make the whole world know my name now [Iggy Azalea:] Show all them rappers, rip the roof off this mother though Real bitch so I'm a kill all these pussy hoes Silly flow, I'm illy my charm hang Watch it titty boy I rocks these two chains You got me so inšane Double m arrange Leather seats is cocaine All them doors go bang You hoes is down to suffer Step up, get double trouble Sent here to fuck the gang Hold up bitch shovel rubbers Down the tuddle Princess cuddle Rocks like burning rubber They blind just stand But listen milf I am a mother fucker Hustle gang you got it bad and I don't mean no usher My hustle gang they bring them clips ok excuse me pusha Your malice, way past average, a bad bitch Your man texts us like dallas Be mad at him, I'm amazing You were simply just an antonym G.D.O.D bitch it is more than just an acronym Iggy You know what it is my nigga Gdod get dough or die my nigga Hustle gang Partna This the king representing one time Partna T.I.P.K.I.N.G period Partna I know, yeah My bitch iggy in this motherfucker representin xxl

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