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There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene. He's one mellow ass son of a *-a. He loves his wheat grass and cold bean curd. He's one healthy ass sone of a bitch-a. But late at night he
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My papa was a hobo when they delivered me. We didn't have a doctor 'cause he couldn't pay the fee. But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery. Papa played the Dobro this way and he'd go
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My papa was a hobo when they delivered me. We didn't have a doctor 'cause he couldn't pay the fee. But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery. Papa played the Dobro this way and he'd go
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. . Papa, can you hear me?. Papa, can you see me?. Papa can you find me in the night?. Papa are you near me?. Papa, can you hear me?. Papa, can you help me not be frightened?. Looking at the skies I
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rings, it's an understood thing. Joe don't know where they are At a table in the corner. There's a young man and an empty chair. His head in his hands, tears in his eyes. And a girlfriend's ring lying
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Joe le taxi. Y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. Son saxo jaune. Connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs. Et la Seine. Et ses ponts qui brillent. Dans sa
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I've got a jet propelled papa with a magic ray. Yes I've got a jet propelled papa with a magic ray. He'll put your head in a spin and take your breath away. . Now when he gets started. There's
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. Momma I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth. Momma just hung her head and said, son (Chorus). Papa was a rolling stone, (my son). Where ever he laid his hat was his home. and when he died, all he
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tiPapa, Can You Hear Me?. arBarbra Streisand. alWhat Matters Most - Barbra Streisand Sings the Lyrics of Alan & Marilyn Bergman. Papa, Can You Hear Me?. May the light. Of this flickering candle
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Song Sweet Papa John - Johnny Winter. Allright now yeah They call me sweet papa John. My candy is known for miles around (my candy is known for miles around). They call me sweet papa John. My
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Last time, last time we were here at Folsom Prison,. They were hanging Joe Bean. Is Joe still here, Joe Bean?. Hang the son of a * anyways, right? Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning
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Last time, last time we were here at Folsom Prison,. They were hanging Joe Bean. Is Joe still here, Joe Bean?. Hang the son of a * anyways, right? Well, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning
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My papa was a hobo when they delivered me . . We didn't have a doctor cause he couldn't pay the fee . . But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery . . Papa played the dobro this a way
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Ho jump down, spin around, let's have a party. Look who's back, Stay Away Joe. Chock taw, chick a Shaw, gonna drink me hearty. Welcome back, Stay Away Joe Stay Away Joe they call me. Stay Away
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Hey, does anybody know. How I can get in touch with Joe? If I have to catch a subway. Or catch a plane on a runway. I've got to find out some way. Where did he go? Yesterday was bright and sunny
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nu een beetje te laat om een vader te hebben. Ik weet niet eens of jij een zoon verdiend. Maar ooit misschien. En ik weet niet of ik op je lijk papa Want ik heb je nooit gezien
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, be careful! That chick belongs to Smokey Joe" From behind the counter I saw a man. A chef hat on his head and a knife in his hand. He grabbed me by my collar and he began to shout. "You'd better eat
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J'aim' bien rigoler, mais pas mon papa. J'aim' bien le soleil et la biche au bois. J'aim' bien rigoler et c'est pas marrant. De faire des dict? Es les jours de printemps. . Soirs et matins
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J'aim' bien rigoler, mais pas mon papa. J'aim' bien le soleil et la biche au bois. J'aim' bien rigoler et c'est pas marrant. De faire des dict? Es les jours de printemps. . Soirs et matins
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J'aim' bien rigoler, mais pas mon papa. J'aim' bien le soleil et la biche au bois. J'aim' bien rigoler et c'est pas marrant. De faire des dict? Es les jours de printemps. . Soirs et matins
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I didn't want you, did not need you. Sure wouldn't mean to kick you down. You know I love you, I really love you. Sure do wish you'd come around But you're the kind of sugar papa likes. And when
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Hey Joe, where you goin' with that money in your hand?. Hey Joe, where you goin' with that money in your hand?. Chasin' my woman, she run off with another man. Goin downtown, buy me a Forty Four
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Bài hát Petit Papa Noël - Eddie Constantine, Tania. C'est la belle nuit de Noel. La neige étend son manteau blanc. A genoux, les petits enfants,. Et les yeux levés vers le ciel,. Avant de fermer les
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Allright now yeah They call me sweet papa John. My candy is known for miles around (my candy is known for miles around). They call me sweet papa John. My candy is known for miles around. Lord
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Bài hát Hãy Đến Với Nhau (Joe Le Taxi) - Ngọc Lan. Joe le taxi. Y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. Son saxo jaune. Connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs
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Potatoes,. Jump back Jack, See you later alligator. Come here sister. Papa's in the swing. He ain't too hip now. But I can dig that new breed babe;. He ain't no drag. He's got a brand new bag Oh papa
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Potatoes,. Jump back Jack, See you later alligator. Come here sister. Papa's in the swing. He ain't too hip now. But I can dig that new breed babe;. He ain't no drag. He's got a brand new bag Oh papa
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Bài hát Petit Papa Noël - Boney M. C'est la belle nuit de Noel. La neige etend son manteau blanc. Et les yeux leves vers le ciel. A genoux, les petits enfants. Avant de fermer les paupieres. Font une
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As old Joe sat a dyin'. The baby down the hall was cryin'. Somebody had a party goin' on. The fat boy you told tales to. Moved away the other day. To think with no goodbye. He could have gone
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Song Hold 'em Joe - Harry Belafonte. Hold 'em Joe, hold'em Joe, hold'em Joe. But don't let him go. Hold 'em Joe, hold'em Joe, hold'em Joe. But don't let him go. Me donkey want water, hold'em Joe
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I want a tall skinny papa. Yeah!. I want a tall skinny papa. Yeah!. I want a tall skinny papa. Yeah!. I want a tall skinny papa. Yeah!. I want a tall skinny papa. That's all I'll ever need
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Joe le taxi. Y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. Son saxo jaune. Connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs. Et la Seine. Et ses ponts qui brillent. Dans sa
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2, 3 con mực. Papa đang bực. 3 chai tăng lực. Papa căng cực. Papa đang giục. Chia tay liên tục. Papa không vui. Vì anh. Nên là chú yên tâm, chú đừng có sợ. Người ta vẫn thích gọi cháu là màu sắc boy
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Song L'Amour À La Papa - Serge Gainsbourg, Alain Goraguer. L'amour a la papa, *** moi *** moi,. *** moi ca ne m'interesse pas,. Ca fait deja des mois, des mois d'moi. Que j'attends autre chose de toi
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Bài hát Papa don't preach 1986 - Madonna. Papa I know you're going to be upset. 'Cause I was always your little girl. But you should know by now. I'm not a baby. You always taught me right from wrong
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, highty mighty Joe. Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe. Stomped out crews everywhere he goes, highty mighty Joe High and mighty, highty mighty Joe. Stomped out crews everywhere he