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Happy Days Sunday, Monday, Happy Days, Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days, Thursday, Friday, Happy Days, Saturday, What a day, Groovin' all week with you! These days are ours.............Show them the green..... Oh Happy Days! These days are ours.............of bein' free..... Oh Happy Days! These Happy Days are yours and mine....... These Happy Days are yours and mine, Happy Days! Goodbye gray sky, Hello blue, There's nothing can hold me, when I hold you, It feels so right, it can't be wrong, Rockin' n' rollin' all week long! |
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from Tyra Banks' new song: Can't figure out why y'all said its over The club's packed and about to flow over And that ratio's good enough for us And I see one possibly for me So come and tell me what's good with you I'm feelin' you, are you feelin' me? I'm feelin' like I can dance all night So tell me if you can handle me I don't want to Take it slow Move your body Let me know Let me see ya' Lose control Leave it up to me to take control to love ya So let me see what you workin' with (Playa) I need to see if you move like real (Playa) And if you can't keep up with me I'll (Play ya) Cuz when it comes to this I don't play, I [Chorus] Shake my body body Move my body body Shake my body body Rock my body body Once I get started, it's over I can't control what I show ya' Shake ya body body Move ya body body Shake ya body body Rock ya body body I'm tryin to freak you on the floor Dont stop, shake ya body 'til it's sore Come on baby Come on baby Come on baby Stop the talkin' it's time that I show ya I'm gettin it down and I know ya Like the way that my body shakes for ya And I see you gettin' close to me So come on over and do your thang (Playa) Let me show you it's not a game (Playa) I'll have you singin' don't wanna be a (Playa) And I'll say take it down a notch I don't want to Take it slow Move your body Let me know Let me see ya' Lose control And then I'll just take control of ya So let me see what you workin' with (Playa) I need to see if you move like real (Playas) And if you can't keep up with me I'll (Playa) Cuz when it comes to this I don't play, I [Repeat Chorus] Come on baby Come on baby Come on baby Let me say this Your body's callin' me I can hear it speak So let me please you Just grab my hips real tight And enjoy the ride It's up to you To make me feel the heat And let me know if you can keep up with me [Repeat Chorus] |
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"Movin' On Up" Well we're Movin' on Up! Movin' on Up! To the east side! Movin' on Up! To a dee-luxe apartment in the sky, We're movin' on up! Movin' on Up! To the east side! Movin' on Up! We've finally got a piece of the pie! Fish don't fry in the kitchen, Beans don't burn on the grill. Took a whole lotta tryin' Just to get up that hill. Now we're up in the big leagues, Gettin' our turn at bat! As long as we live, It's you and me, baby! There ain't nothin' wrong with that! Hooray, We're Movin' on Up! Movin' on Up! To the east side! Movin' on Up! To a dee-luxe apartment in the sky! We're Movin' on Up! Movin' on Up! To the east side! Movin' on Up! We've finally got a piece of the pie! |
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actually that's pretty depressing! |
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wheres tragedy ? |
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lyrics to "Mommy, I'm A Zombie" by the Drunks With Guns: Mommmmmmy! I'm a zombiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee! (repeat many times and bleat like a sheep) |
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The sun has got his hat on Hip hip hip hooray The sun has got his hat on and is coming out to play Now we'll all be happy Hip hip hip hooray The sun has got his hat on and is coming out to play |
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All the ducks are swimming in the water fa la la la la la fa la la la la la |
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i love you you love me we're a great big happy family with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you won't you say you love me too? *yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurk* |
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There she goes again She's out on the streets again She's down on her knees, my friend But you know she'll never ask you please again Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes She won't take it from just any guy, what can you do You see her walkin' on down the street Look at all your friends she's gonna meet You better hit her There she goes again She's knocked out on her feet again She's down on her knees, my friend But you know she'll never ask you please again Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes Like a bird, you know she would fly, what can you do You see her walkin' on down the street Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet You better hit her Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes Like a bird, you know she will fly, fly, fly away See her walking on down the street Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet She's gonna bawl and shout She's gonna work it She's gonna work it out, bye bye Bye bye baby All right |
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you are just a fucking toy you are just a fucking toy you'll never mean a thing to me you are just a fucking toy (as you can see, i'm not in the greatest of moods) |
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wrong thread. |
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no, it said happiest lyrics you can find well, these are the happiest lyrics i can find :p |
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you only know one song? |
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no, but since i'm in a foul mood i don't really wanna be thinking about happy lyrics |
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then get the hell out of this thread. |
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Anything by leonard cohen. |
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he looks like a real happy guy |
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don't be fooled. |
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Leonard Cohen- The Future Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to torture Give me absolute control over every living soul And lie beside me, baby, that's an order! Give me crack and anal sex Take the only tree that's left and stuff it up the hole in your culture Give me back the Berlin wall give me Stalin and St Paul I've seen the future, brother: it is murder. Things are going to slide, slide in all directions Won't be nothing Nothing you can measure anymore The blizzard, the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it has overturned the order of the soul When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant. You don't know me from the wind you never will, you never did I'm the little jew who wrote the Bible I've seen the nations rise and fall I've heard their stories, heard them all but love's the only engine of survival Your servant here, he has been told to say it clear, to say it cold: It's over, it ain't going any further And now the wheels of heaven stop you feel the devil's riding crop Get ready for the future: it is murder. Things are going to slide ... There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code Your private life will suddenly explode There'll be phantoms There'll be fires on the road and the white man dancing You'll see a woman hanging upside down her features covered by her fallen gown and all the lousy little poets coming round tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson and the white man dancin'. Give me back the Berlin wall Give me Stalin and St Paul Give me Christ or give me Hiroshima Destroy another fetus now We don't like children anyhow I've seen the future, baby: it is murder. Things are going to slide ... When they said REPENT REPENT |
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Excellent song, as is Waiting for the miracle, but his early works are my favourite. |
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from that one old blues dude... I see birds bla bla. skies of blue. bla blab la saying how do you do. bla bla bla I love you. Or something. |
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I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself, what a wonderful world I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night And I think to myself, what a wonderful world The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of people going by I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?" They're really saying "I love you" I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow They'll learn much more than I'll ever know And I think to myself, what a wonderful world Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world Oh yeah |
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Man, I'd always thought he sang "nothing you can't measure anymore". You know, like everything is being quantified. I still think that's better. But I'm no Leonard Cohen. |
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"Are You Ready For The Summer" is a very upbeat song. It's from the film, Meatballs, and Dirt Bike Annie have covered it (I prefer the original). |
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I feel pretty, Oh, so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and bright! And I pity Any girl who isn't me tonight. I feel charming, Oh, so charming It's alarming how charming I feel! And so pretty That I hardly can believe I'm real. See the pretty girl in that mirror there: Who can that attractive girl be? Such a pretty face, Such a pretty dress, Such a pretty smile, Such a pretty me! I feel stunning And entrancing, Feel like running and dancing for joy, For I'm loved By a pretty wonderful boy! |
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You’re sorta stuck where you are But, in your dreams you can buy expensive cars, Or live on mars And have it your way And you hate your boss at your job Well in your dreams you can blow his head off In your dreams Show no mercy And all your bad days will end And all your bad days will end You have to sleep late when you can And all your bad days will end (repeat) |
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