loser, I guess that must be true" Why else would I be here with you? Roll over roll over roll over Beethoven Roll over roll over roll over Beethoven
'em reel and rock Long as she's got a dime, the music will never stop Roll over beethoven, roll over beethoven Roll over beethoven, roll over beethoven Roll over beethoven
Oh yeah, I'm a Savage Beethoven Oh yeah, I'm a Savage Beethoven I don't care, 'cos I'm no square Oh yeah, I'm a Savage Beethoven Walking 'round at
When you raise your head, can you smell the roses burning? In the garden we suffer When you close your eyes, can you hear the angels shrieking? In the
em reel an rock Long as she's got a dime the music will never stop Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven
oughta see 'em reel and rock. Long as she got a dime the music wont never stop. Roll Over Beethoven, Roll Over Beethoven, Roll Over Beethoven, Roll Over Beethoven, Roll Over Beethoven
Brushing, touching, feeling on your shoulders, Believing, appealing, kneeling in your worlds, Oceans are combined, Being that I love you so much In the
Brushing, touching, feeling on your shoulders Believing, appealing, kneeling in your worlds Oceans are combined Being that I love you so much In the
siento Beethoven soy un gran compositor. Me siento Beethoven... Me siento Beethoven, me siento Beethoven, me siento Beethoven me siento Beethoven, me siento Beethoven, me siento Beethoven, me siento Beethoven
fights Beethoven, Beethoven You can read between the lines That there must be more You're alarmed, but you don't know What you're waiting for Beethoven
the music will never stop Roll over beethoven (roll over beethoven) Roll over beethoven (roll over beethoven) Roll over beethoven (roll over beethoven) Roll over beethoven (roll over beethoven) Roll over beethoven
It was an instrumental - were no lyrics - apart from. . . Da da da dum Da da da dum Da da da dum
Down here on the north side [ ? ] Down here on the river [ ? ] I got sand in my shoes It's hotter than asphalt It's hotter than pistols I'm as bent as
Baby, don't ya go, don't ya go to Goleta I've been there and I've seen them drinkin' now Thinkin' all the time that they're going to school Well, maybe
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