birthday suit I'ma wrap you up with a bow Shawty I'm loving the view of you, of you So slip into that birthday suit, so slip into that birthday suit Happy
'm a wrap you up with a bow, shawty I'm loving the view of you. (Of you ohh) So slip into that birthday suit, so slip into that birthday suit. Happy
Don't sleep, 'til sunrise, listen to the falling rain Don't worry, 'bout tomorrow, don't worry 'bout your pain Don't cry, unless you're happy, don't smile
When I was a kid, I had a little record I played it over and over, each and every day Sung by a man, named Louie Armstrong Saint's marched right in from
and girls to go and play in a giant sandbox Put your movie stars on the cover of people for goin' in for a detox Let your happy-face news readers share
, wipe off the frown Heaven knows he won't hurt us The loose, the lovely and the lonely One night only He said 'I played Chaplin for Hitler in March
The echo of a thousand marching boots hammers on the air. They're singing anthems, chanting oaths and whistle as Salome lifts her skirt because they're
as (Parklife) John's got brewers droop he gets intimidated By the dirty pigeons, they love a bit of him (Parklife) Who's that gut lord marching? You
a "stay pimpin hard" That mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall Cause I have to ball, there's no other way Even if the bitch pregnant, there's no Happy
all is said and all is done Running for your life, dying for the cause Pawns in the game, voices from the war The men they march away to fight Their
the end my friend, we will all be together again Clutching onto my hand, in a valley we'll stand, just living again And in a while we'll smile, march
tell the local bands down at the bar That he's the critic, yeah, I can hook you up I know everybody in the business He flunked junior high band he couldn't march
just heard the trumpet sounding And now his face i see The King is coming The King is coming Praise God He's coming for me Happy face line the hallway
of the fragrance and watch the vagrants Scatter like rats in the sewer as we do 'em like two secret agents In the region of the forest where the march
don't know If my head is full of you, is there nothing I can do? Must we all march in two by two by two? And as for some happy ending, I'd rather stay
the saints go marching in Then I'm goin' home to heaven above Oh, so happy I'll be my blessed Saviour I shall see So happy I'll be forever more So happy
Happy valentine's, shmalentine's, valentine's day, america. Oooh, they get to go out to dinner with people that you don't really have much to say to and
Oh, the band marched on in formation The brass was phasing tunes I couldn't place Windows open and raining in Maroon, yellow, blue, gold and gray The