Louis Prima - When the saints go marching in
Tekst :
We are trav ling in the footsteps
Of those who ve gone before
But we ll all be reunited (but if we stand reunited)
On a new and sunlit shore (then a new world is in store)
O when the saints go marching in
When the saints go marching in
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine
And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
When the moon turns red with blood
When the moon turns red with blood
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
On that hallelujah day
On that hallelujah day
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
O when the trumpet sounds the call
O when the trumpet sounds the call
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Some say this world of trouble
Is the only one we need
But I m waiting for that morning
When the new world is revealed
When the revelation (revolution) comes
When the revelation (revolution) comes
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
When the rich go out and work
When the rich go out and work
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
When the air is pure and clean
When the air is pure and clean
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
When we all have food to eat
When we all have food to eat
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
When our leaders learn to cry
When our leaders learn to cry
O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Inne utwory
Zooma zooma Next time Angelina Pennies from heaven The Sheik of Araby Sing sing sing I wanna be like you Just a gigolo Buona sera Oh Marie Old black magic Barflies at the beach Eh cumpari Banana split for my baby Lazy river Hey, ba-ba-re-bop Basin street blues Whistle stop Losowe utwory
C e la luna mezza o mare
Mamma mia m ho maritari
Figlia mia a cu t ho dare
Mamma mia pensaci tu
S iddu nun e lu musicante
Iddu vai, iddu vene
Sempe lu strumento a mano tene
Se ci piglia a fantasia
Lu strumento figlia mia
Oh, mamma zooma zooma baccala
Oh,...
I don t ever try
to keep the love alive
i ve found the frequency
you sucked it out of me
i m not the only one
to hold a smoking gun
you felt the gravity
you think you re finally free
Swingin my sweet chariot low
Gotta make it home to Georgia
Excise lawman on my trail
I m a silver dollar forger
I see a road block on my right
Engine take me through the night
Gotta make it home to the arms...
I m starting to fashion an idea in my head
where I would impress you
with every single word I said.
Would come out insightful or brave or smooth or charming
and you d want to call me
And I would be there every time...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...
Jah and Busta-Bus (Heh)
Jaheim and Busta baby (Heh)
Jah and Busta baby...
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. wife in law, my bitch for the triflin whore
Type of bitch to make a nigga get the right things...