like my, my, my, it's like my, my, my 'Cause God ain't cryin' when the sky starts to rain. That must you and God in heaven poppin' champagne. And speakin' of the shams, remember in Miami. You got bent
your magical mystery ride . And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright . Bridge . My head's under water . But I'm breathing fine . You're crazy and I'm out of my mind . Chorus . 'Cause
bottles of that Clique 'till I spit it up. Only get one life so you gotta live it up. (Hey!) If you in the things I'm in. Shorty we can be friends, shorty we can be friends. Right now, I wanna see you
It was a stylish congregation, you could see they'd been around. And they had the biggest pipe organ of any church in town. But over in the Amen Corner of that church sat Brother Ayer. And he
bottles of that Clique 'till I spit it up. Only get one life so you gotta live it up. (Hey!) If you in the things I'm in. Shorty we can be friends, shorty we can be friends. Right now, I wanna see you