classics
so many days you passed me by
see the tears standin' in my eyes
you didn't stop to make me feel better
by leavin' me a card or a letter
Please Mr. Postman
can't stop, won't stop moving
it's like i got this music in my mind
saying it's gonna be alright
Shake it Off
robert's got a quick hand
he'll look around the room he won't tell you his plan
he's got a rolled cigarette
hanging in his mouth, he's a cowboy kid
Pumped Up Kicks
and every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted
away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
the brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter
Alexander Hamilton
when i'm watchin' my tv and a man comes on and tells me
how white my shirts can be
but, he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
the same cigarettes as me
Satisfaction
i don't need no money, fortune, or fame
i've got all the riches baby one man can claim
well i guess you'd say
what can make me feel this way
My Girl
i'll take every single piece of the blame if you want me to
but you know that there is no innocent one in this game for two
i'll go, i'll go and then you go, you go out and spill the truth
can we both say the words and forget this?
Sorry
sun is shinin' in the sky
there ain't a cloud in sight
it's stopped rainin' everybody's in the play
and don't you know, it's a beautiful new day, hey hey
Mr. Blue Sky
i know that your powers of retention
are as wet as a warthog's backside
but thick as you are, pay attention
my words are a matter of pride
won't go to hear 'em play a tango
i'd rather hear some blues or funky old soul
there's only one sure way to get me to go
start playin' old time rock and roll
Old Time Rock & Roll
south pacific, walter winchell, joe dimaggio
joe mccarthy, richard nixon, studebaker, television
north korea, south korea, marilyn monroe
i'm too hot
call the police and the fireman
i'm too hot
make a dragon wanna retire, man
Uptown Funk
i'll get real high
slumber party, pillow fight
my eyes and your eyes
like peter pan up in the sky
Tongue Tied
yo, he'd have you all unravel at the
sound of screams but the
revolution is comin'
the have-nots are gonna win this
Farmer Refuted
i'm worse at what i do best
and for this gift i feel blessed
our little group has always been
and always will until the end
Smells Like Teen Spirit
i like smoke and lightnin'
heavy metal thunder
racing in the wind
and the feeling that i'm under
Born to Be Wild
i even fell for that stupid love song
yeah, yeah
since you been gone
Since U Been Gone
you got big plans and you gotta move
and i don't feel nothing at qall
and you can't feel nothing small
Ophelia
han holbien goes around the world
painting all of the beautiful girls
from spain to france and germany
the king chooses one, but which one will it be?
Haus of Holbien
you need cooling
baby i'm not fooling
i'm gonna send ya
back to schooling
Whole Lotta Love
you check out guitar george, he knows-all the chords
mind, it's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
they said an old guitar is all, he can afford
when he gets up under the lights to play his thing
Sultans of Swing
oh my god we're back again
brothers, sisters, everybody sing
we're gonna bring the flavor show you how
i've gotta question for ya
Everybody
"i'll be over at ten" you tell me time and again
but you're late, i wait around and then
i run to the door, i can't take any more
it's not you, you let me down again
Build Me Up Buttercup
you must agree that, baby, in all the time i been by your side
i've never lost control, no matter how many times i knew you lied
have my golden rule
gotta keep my cool, yeah, baby
No Way
business men, they drink my wine
plowmen dig my earth
none will level on the line
nobody offered his word