Chaz N' Dave lyrics

Chaz N' Dave lyrics

"Stars Over 45 Lyrics"

Cane Hill Lyrics
Here Upon these ghostly shadows Of men and women There are no smiles Singly They mingle With the greyness of the walls And at strange angels They travel on


We're gonna take this, opportunity
To play some old time songs
We got a lap-trap on the off-beat
And a bass drum on the on
Stars over 45, we're gonna keep those songs alive
Those boys deserve some credit, don't forget it
Hit it, hit it

I go window cleaning, to earn an honest bob
For a nosey parker, it's an interesting job
It's a job that just suits me, a window cleaner you would be
If you could
Under The Sun Lyrics
[Black Sabbath cover] I don't want no Jesus freak to tell me what it's about No black magician telling me to get my soul out Don't believe in violence, I don't even believe in peace I've opened th
see what I can see
When I'm cleaning windows
In my profession I work hard but I never stop
I climb this blinkin' ladder 'til I get right to the top
Honey mooning couples too
You should see them bill and clue
You'd be suprised at the things they do
When I'm cleaming windows

One, two, three, four, get your bodies on the floor
Five, six, seven, eight, get out of it before it's too late
Here's a little tune
Gotta Lotta Nerve (Perfect Perfect) Lyrics
Lyrics: Daryl Hall, John Oates, Sara Allen Music: Daryl Hall Oh, no, stop bitching indiscretion You're such an A-1 lover, since when are you perfection Never true blue to me, so why are you
I like myself
Very nice, very nice

Any old iron, any old iron
Any any any old iron
You look sweet, talk about a treat
Your lookin' dapper from your napper to your feet
Dressed in style, brand new tile
Your fathers old green tie on
But wouldn't giver you tuppence for your old watch back
Old iron, old iron

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun
He'l
Rambling Pony No.2 Lyrics
Written by Peter Green. I'm a ramblin' pony Rollin' from town to town I'm a ramblin' pony Rollin' from town to town I'm a looking for a sweet woman - make my love come downl get by, without his rabbit pie
So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun
Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun
So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run

I know a fat old policeman, who's always on the beat
A fat and jolly red faced man he really is a treat
He's too kind for a policeman, he's never known to frown
And eve


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