Lyrical Response

[PastaJoe]

3, 6, 9, stand real fine
Move it to you suck it to me one mo time
Get low, get low, get low, get low
To the window, to the wall
To the sweat drop down my balls

[WhoTom]

Well I'm upper-upper class high society
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
The social pages say I've got
The biggest balls of all

 

[Bills4everNY]

Well now we're respected in society

We don't worry about the things

that we used to be

We're taking heroin with the President

It's a problem sir, but it can't be bent

[Bill from NYC]

They say your style of life's a drag
And that you must go other places
But just don't you feel too bad
When you get fooled by smiling faces but

Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama
Cause I'll be standing on the side
When you check it out...Yeah
When you get it off...your trip
Don't you worry 'bout a thing...Yeah
Don't you worry 'bout a thing...Yeah

[WhoTom]

I've been working from seven to eleven every night
I said it kinda makes my life a drag
Lord, that ain't right, no no
Since I've been loving you
I'm about to lose my worried mind

 

[PastaJoe]

Every night I lie in bed
The brightest colours fill my head
A million dreams are keeping me awake
I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it's gonna take
Oh a million dreams for the world we're gonna make

[Bill from NYC]

Every night I just wanna go out,
Get out of my head.
Every day I don't wanna get up,
Get out of my bed.
Every night I want to play out
And every day i wanna do-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh.
But tonight I just wanna stay in
And be with you-oo,
And be with you.

[RaoulDuke79]

And how does it feel like to wake up in the sun
And how does it feel like to shine on everyone
How does it feel like to let forever be

[PastaJoe]

How does it feel
To make me fall apart
Could this be love
Or just a broken heart
How do you feel
When you see me cryin' again

[SinceThe70s]

Some of you might not agree
'Cause you probably likes a lot of misery
But think a while and you will see...
Broken hearts are for @ssholes

[Bill from NYC]

They say misery, loves company
We could start a company, and make misery

Frustrated, Incorporated
Well I know just what you need
I might just have the thing
I know what you'd pay to see

 

Put me out of my misery
I'd do it for you, would you do it for me
We will always be busy

Making misery

Edited January 2, 2021 by Bill from NYC

[WhoTom]

Frustrated women
Have to be in by twelve o'clock
But I'm a-wishin' and a-hopin'
That just once those doors weren't locked

 

[Bill from NYC]

I used to live in New York City
Everything there was dark and dirty
Outside my window was a steeple
With a clock that always said twelve thirty

 

Young girls are coming to the canyon
And in the mornings I can see them walkin'
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
And I can't keep myself from talkin'

[Bills4everNY]

Little Joe never once gave it away

Everybody had to pay and pay

A hustle here and a hustle there

New York City is the place where

They say hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

[WhoTom]

[Keeping the Lou Reed thing going...]

 

Then, one fine morning, she turns on a New York station
She doesn't believe what she hears at all
Ooh, she started dancin' to that fine, fine music
You know, her life was saved by rock 'n' roll

[Bill from NYC]

Hey, did you rock 'n' roll?
Rock on
Ooh, my soul
Hey, did you boogie too, did ya?

Hey, shout, summertime blues
Jump up and down in my blue suede shoes
Hey, did you rock 'n' roll?
Rock on

[DD4Bills]

Well I'm a gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About working all summer just to try and earn a dollar
Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date
My boss says, no dice, son, you gotta work late
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do
'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues

[WhoTom]

Now honey please, squeeze me tight
Don't you want your baby to feel alright
I said baby
Now it's for sure
I got the fever, yeah
And you got the cure

 

[Bill from NYC]

I took her home to my place
Watching every move on her face
She said " look, what's your game baby?
Are you tryin' to put me in shame?"
I said " slow don't go so fast,
Don't you think that love can last?"
She said " love, Lord above,
Now you're tryin' to trick me in love"
All right now baby, it's all right now
All right now baby, it's all right now

[PastaJoe]

Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feeling groovy
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy