He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way. He had a boogie style that no one else could play. He was the top man at his craft, but then his number
It's ninety-three degrees, and the radio says a storm front's movin' in. Sure is hot. There's a double feature down at the Fox, but everybody's seen it
Here comes the rose, looking mighty fine. Here comes ol' nancy, walking right in time. Here comes the stripper, bringing on the night. Here come the boys
Got my mother's eyes and my father's hair Does anybody really care? It's gettin' cold out here Well, I keep walkin' with my head held high With my head
Well, I'm leavin' my family, leavin' all my friends My body's at home, but my heart's in the wind Where the clouds are like headlines upon a new front
I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she was gonna meet her connection At her feet was a footloose man And I said, you
If you only knew I'm hanging by a thread, the web I spin for you If you only knew I'd sacrifice my beating heart before I lose you I still hold onto
sadness It's madness, oh yeah (Madness) It's madness (Madness) Don't ask me to explain Don't take away the pain It's impossible to save me Save me from madness
death come The black son in the ghetto section The light protect them from the iron weapon This is madness... [Chorus: Killah Priest] This is madness, this is madness
grits stack like bricks And you're please to receive P's hip-hop fix On the jazz tip Smoother and smoother And you don't stop It's a mellow madness
prepare your mind for my lifeline And meet the new Queen of Royal Badness Latifah has the spirit so head for the water And dive into the wrath of my madness
let me in I I I I'm in the madness (Lost soul) I'm deep within the madness I I I I'm in the madness (Lost soul) I'm deep within the madness Where do I
No, I don't know how to start I'm the king of the roads, yeah La la la Springfield's looking pretty dusty today I see their dreams coming undone The
I'm caught in the grip of the city madness I'm caught in the grip of the city madness I'm caught in the grip of the city madness I'm caught in the grip
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's all I'm dreaming of And now you call it madness But I call it love You made a promise, to be faithful By all the stars up above Now you call it madness
In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning grey for the milk has finally curdled and I've nothing left to say When all my thoughts are spoken
