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anonyme, Y a partout des Jesus Qui vont queter leur dime Avec des yeux battus. Barbarie, donne lui quelques sous. Barbarie, ose cet air aigre doux. Barbarie

rue anonyme, Y a partout des Jesus Qui vont queter leur dime Avec des yeux battus. Barbarie, donne lui quelques sous. Barbarie, ose cet air aigre doux. Barbarie

Shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby Shoo-bop, shoo-bop Hello stranger It seems so good to see you back again How long has it been? Seems like a mighty long

this female Kicking and a screaming Stomping and a biting Creeping and a crawling We?re coming for your daughter We?re gonna make ?em holler. Like a barbarian

good to Barbara Allen. When he was dead and laid in grave She heard the death bells knelling And every stroke to her did say Hard hearted Barbara

ba Barbara Ann Barbara Ann, take my hand, Barbara Ann You've got me rockin' and a-rollin' Rockin' and a-reelin' Barbara Ann Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann Barbara Ann, Barbara

I expect everyone of my crowd to make fun Of my proud protestations of faith in romance, And they'll say I'm naive as a babe to believe Every fable I

It's not where you start, it's where you finish. It's not how you go, it's how you land. A hun-dred to one shot, they call him a klutz -- Can out

If they could see me now, That little gang of mine, I'm eating fancy chow And drinking fancy wine. I'd like those stumble bums to see for a fact The kind