Got nine million nine hundred ninety nine thousand nine hundred ninety nine tears to go And then I don't know if I'll be over you The sun didn't shine
a nine Put your money where your mouth is, (ninety nine) Cough it up, (999) Oh, nickle and dimes Yeah, huh, oooh, (ninety nine) (999), (999) (999), (999) (999), (999) (999), (999
away Out of control, yeah, she was the fire And off in the distance she called my name Engine 999, I'll met you on the roads we used to ride Engine 999
I'll set the sights higher! I'll set the sights higher! Higher and higher! I'll set the sights higher! A dividing conflict is about to come A virtual
my dick I can tell you who the nigga is that's about to get jacked And the nigga that pulled the lick I got this bitch on lock 999,999 plus a dollar
Voglio essere gainsbourg voglio una lolita al mou ay marieke mon amour dammi quello che vuoi tu se con gli altri balli il twist se con gli altri prendi
Who's that I see walking in these woods Why it's little red riding hood Hey there little red riding hood You sure are looking good You're everything
In a dark backroom or a crowded street In private life or public speech Keep everything away from the stifling grip The bureaucratic eye, the red tape
Get your seat by the window Watch the scape goats come one by one Sit tight the picture repeats itself Only the cast they're not the same So beware the
Don't you know I need you Only you I will obey Don't you know I need you It makes me wanna stay It's if something I imagined, Since something that I
There's no one missing a single beat High tension sound so neat over reaction get off your seat we're with the boys in the gang we're with the boys in
When I wake up in the morning Or when I go to bed at night Suddenly without warning You know it make me feel alright The biggest prize in sport The biggest
Hello London Lets move onto Birmingham What about Scotland Edinburgh and Glasgow Here comes Newcastle Middlesborough Garden There's gonna be An English
You know Something I say That's what you like You like the way I do it What you're feeling Not ice cold that's for sure Hang 'em oo ahh hang 'em high
Whats happening Whats gong on Every day is just the same You sit around Or hang around Your best friend's the telly You gotta get You gotta get You gotta
Turn the wrong way your socks don't change Your shirt could too but the shoes are strange Eyes are facing the other way In backward talk you try to say
