like Mickey lauder Sour times come quicker than a drum inside a finger What I drum before that What I drum for my da tinka Everyday for her's the saaaaaaame Link up chin
5 Champion Jack Dupree (Jack Dupree) Jack Dupree - vocal & piano Pete Brown - alto sax, Ennis Lowry - guitar Wendell Marshall - bass, Willie Jones - drums
sleeping for a thousand years Let's go little darlin', nothin' ever happens down here. Let's take a train, or a boat and a plane And go all the way to China
, cersetor, destin, ratacire, suflet, coroana, chin, Uitare, lacrima, copil, oboseala, tremur, prevestrire, har, Speranta, judecata, scrum, Asteptare, zambet, credinta, drum
you do when the worms don't turn There's nothing left nowhere to run And it's looking slightly bleaker every day Do you follow your heart, do you follow the drum
(bliss) Well i've been running round this globe for a coupla spins now grown from school days the outcast from the in crowd I keep my chin down as time
Over and over and over again my friend You don't believe we're on The Eve of Destruction Think of all the hate There is in Red China Then take a look
His hand is on my knee, His hand is on my thigh, His hand is on my arm, His hands are covering my eyes. The boom, boom of the bass drum, Is like the
like a tourist out in the country Once this whole world was all countryside Feel like a tourist in the big city soon I will simply evaporate the streams up north the drums
over and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve Of destruction Think of all the hate there is in Red China Then take a look around
land of the Pyramids, yeah We got the UK in the house, U.S., India Jerusalem, people in Israel, shalom In the New Jerusalem, Jersey, ya heard me? China
to me I'm living in ecstasy The stars and the sun dance to your drum And now it's pandemonium You're crashing everywhere, it's like you're smashing china
voice with no choice, it's so limited Hell yeah, come on, hell yeah, it's on Bounce to the boom of the beat of the drum, drum Let's go, we can't live
heaven on a distant pair of wings. Big Drum. . . put me on the night train to China. Big Drum. . . put me on a plane for Brazil. Bass Drum war symbol
my headphones I try to come up with rhymes Up in my headphones Up in my headphones Up in my headphones Step in in the club and feel the bass from the drums
trust You ain't seen bouncin' back I really be throwin' my words standin' 'em up, and jammin' on the one That ain't nobody but Neptunes bammin' on the drum
in the swarm My niggas are already armed Were turnin this bitch into Desert Storm I stick to the left like a thumb tack I hum that to the drum track
that peel caps and that ill crap Bigger threat than you with your tec when I rip the set Niggas get smoked like a cigarette, so hit the deck Watch ya chin