Lyrical Response

[RaoulDuke79]

Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate

[SinceThe70s]

I hate the rain and sunny weather
And I, I hate the beach and mountains too
(And) I don't like a thing about the city, no, no
And I, I, I, hate the countryside too!

And I, hate everything about you!

[PastaJoe]

What I like about you, you hold me tight
Tell me I'm the only one
Wanna' come over tonight, yea

Keep on whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna hear
'Cause it's true (that's what I like)
That's what I like about you (that's what I like)

[Bill from NYC]

Love is so surprising
Opened up my eyes and

You reached out and took my hand

Baby you touched a-my soul now
Woman don't let go now
Hold on baby just a little bit tighter

[SinceThe70s]

Baby hold on to me
Whatever will be, will be
The future is ours to see
So baby hold on to me

[RaoulDuke79]

I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see
For every kiss you give me, I'll give you three
Oh, since the day I saw you
I have been waiting for you
You know I will adore you 'til eternity

[WhoTom]

And then one day you find to your intense delight
That three wrong turns can really make a right
So why not be like me, be proud of all your crimes
Cause when I screw up once, I do it two more times

 

[SinceThe70s]

I smoke two joints in the morning,
I smoke two joints at night,
I smoke two joints in the afternoon,
It makes me feel all right.
I smoke two joints in time of peace,
And two in time of war.
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints,
And then I smoke two more.

[Bill from NYC]

You
Can dress in pink and blue just like a child
And in a yellow taxi turn to me and smile
We'll be there in just a while
If you follow me

Me babe, steppin' out
Into the night
Into the light
You babe, steppin' out
Into the night
Into the light

[WhoTom]

Late last night
I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Took away my old man

 

[SinceThe70s]

Mr. cab driver don't like to way I look
He don't like dreads he thinks we're all crooks
Mr. cab driver reads too many story books

 

Mr. cab driver pass me up with eyes of fire
Mr. cab driver thinks we're all 165'ers
Mr. cab driver %#$%& you I'm a survivor

[PastaJoe]

There was not much more for us to talk about
Whatever we had once was gone
So I turned my cab into the driveway
Past the gate and the fine trimmed lawns

And she said we must get together
But I knew it'd never be arranged
And she handed me twenty dollars for a two fifty fare
She said, "Harry, keep the change."

 

[SinceThe70s]

I can't wait till my Fro is full-grown
I'll just throw 'way my Doo-Rag at home
I'll take a drive to Beverly Hills
Just before dawn

 

An' knock the little jockeys
Off the rich people's lawn
An' before they get up
I'll be gone, I'll be gone

 

Before they get up
I'll be knocking the jockeys off the lawn

[Bill from NYC]

Sitting in a transit all night long
Playing clubs and rocking right on
The road's much too long since I've been wasting my time
Wish I was home again sipping my wine

 

And I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't care
Cause I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't care
It's where I'm from, I'm on the road again

[WhoTom]

Why should I care
If I have to cut my hair?
I've got to move with the fashion
Or be outcast

[PastaJoe]

Why should I care, why should I care?

Girls of fifteen
Sexually knowing
The ushers are sniffing
Eau-de-coloning
The seats are seductive
Celibate sitting
Pretty girls digging
Prettier women

[Bill from NYC]

Sitting here on the bench
With my back against the fence
Wonderin'-a-if I
Have any sense

 

Something tells me I'm a fool
Let you treat me so cruel
But nevertheless I say again
you gotta be waiting

[DD4Bills]

I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath
Before I start off again
Driven on
Without a moment to spend
To pass an evening
With a drink and a friend

[WhoTom]

I remember there's a radio
Comin' from the room next door
And my mother laughed
The way some ladies do
When it's late in the evening
And the music's seeping through

[SinceThe70s]

In the evening
When the day is done,
I'm looking for a woman,
Oh, but the girl don't come