Concert/Live in London
Beach Boys The lyrics
Beach Boys The lyrics
"The Little Old Lady From Pasadena Lyrics"
Heart Of Stone Lyrics
I cry for your heart of stone I'm gonna wait until you come home Oh why I am I alone? I'm as good as dead yeh Ooh I lost my sense of passion and direction To protect myself from hurting and despair
It's the little old lady
From Pasadena.
The little old lady
From Pasadena
(go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go)
Has a pretty little flower bed
Of white gardenias,
(go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go)
But parked in a rickety old garage
Is a brand new, shiny, red, super-stock Dodge
And everybody's sayin'
That there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady
From Pasadena.
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That there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady
From Pasadena.
She drives real fast and she drives real hard.
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard.
It's the little old lady
From Pasadena.
Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go
Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go
The guys come to race her from miles around,
But she'll give 'em a length, then she'll shut 'em down.
Change Lyrics
There's a light on a hill That's far out in the distance And it calls out my name It calls out for a change Far away voices That want their own choices Sigh for a plea As it calls out fo
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And everybody's sayin'I cry for your heart of stone I'm gonna wait until you come home Oh why I am I alone? I'm as good as dead yeh Ooh I lost my sense of passion and direction To protect myself from hurting and despair
It's the little old lady
From Pasadena.
The little old lady
From Pasadena
(go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go)
Has a pretty little flower bed
Of white gardenias,
(go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go)
But parked in a rickety old garage
Is a brand new, shiny, red, super-stock Dodge
And everybody's sayin'
That there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady
From Pasadena.
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Death And Destruction Lyrics
I can't say That you love me So I cry And I'm hurting Every time That I call you You find some Way to ditch me So I learned to turn And look the other waye drives real fast and she drives real hard.
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard.
It's the little old lady
From Pasadena.
If you see her on the street,
Don't try to choose her.
(go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go)
You might have a goer,
But you'll never lose her.
(go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go)
She's gonna get a ticket now sooner or later
'Cause she can't keep her foot of the accelerator.
Early Morning Lyrics
Pale face get up. Hollow eyes get up. You?e got a secret for me, you?e out running your age. It? in your hand: neat pack of euphoria. It? devastating and you?e pleased.
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And everybody's sayin'I can't say That you love me So I cry And I'm hurting Every time That I call you You find some Way to ditch me So I learned to turn And look the other way
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard.
It's the little old lady
From Pasadena.
If you see her on the street,
Don't try to choose her.
(go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go)
You might have a goer,
But you'll never lose her.
(go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go)
She's gonna get a ticket now sooner or later
'Cause she can't keep her foot of the accelerator.
Early Morning Lyrics
Pale face get up. Hollow eyes get up. You?e got a secret for me, you?e out running your age. It? in your hand: neat pack of euphoria. It? devastating and you?e pleased.
That there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady
From Pasadena.
She drives real fast and she drives real hard.
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard.
It's the little old lady
From Pasadena.
Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go
Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go
The guys come to race her from miles around,
But she'll give 'em a length, then she'll shut 'em down.
Change Lyrics
There's a light on a hill That's far out in the distance And it calls out my name It calls out for a change Far away voices That want their own choices Sigh for a plea As it calls out fo
That there's nobody meaner
Than the little old lady
From Pasadena.
She drives real fast and she drives real hard.
She's the terror of Colorado Boulevard.
It's the little old lady from Pasadena.
Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go
Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go
Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go
Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go
Go, granny, go, granny, go, granny, go