60's
Why do you...
build me up buttercup
ABC..
easy as 123
Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters
She grew up in an Indiana town
Had a good-looking mama who never was around
Why'd you have to go and make things so..
complicated
We can't go on together...
with suspicious minds
Jeremiah was a bullfrog...
was a good friend of mine
All in all it's just
another brick in the wall
What I've got, you've got to give it to your mama
What I've got, you've got to give it to your papa
A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
I shot the sheriff...
but I did not shoot the deputy
Oh, can't you see me standing here
I've got my back against the record machine?
I ain't the worst that you've seen
Oh, can't you see what I mean?
Ah, might as well jump (jump!)
But you see, it's not me, it's not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends
all through their high school days
Then I saw her face..
now I'm a believer
And the girl in the corner said, Boy, I wanna warn ya
It'll turn into a
ballroom blitz.
Sweet dreams are...
made of these
Where you goin' for tomorrow?
Where you goin' with the mask I found?
I know that I can't take no more
It ain't no lie
I want to see you out that door
baby, bye, bye, bye
We all live in a ....
yellow submarine
And long as I can have you here with me
I'd much rather be
forever in blue jeans
Next phase, new wave, dance craze, anyways
it's still rock and roll to me
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?
I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back