Jamelia lyrics
Jamelia lyrics
"Club Hoppin' lyrics"
Trolley Song lyrics
With my high starched collar and my high top shoes And my hair piled high upon my head, I went to lose a jolly hour on the trolley, And lost my heart instead. With his light brown derby and his bright green tie, He was quite the handsomest of men. I started to yen, so I counted to ten, Then I counted to ten again. Clang, clang, clang went the trolley, Ding, ding, ding went the bell. Zing, zing, zi
(feat. Bubba Sparxxx)With my high starched collar and my high top shoes And my hair piled high upon my head, I went to lose a jolly hour on the trolley, And lost my heart instead. With his light brown derby and his bright green tie, He was quite the handsomest of men. I started to yen, so I counted to ten, Then I counted to ten again. Clang, clang, clang went the trolley, Ding, ding, ding went the bell. Zing, zing, zi
Yeah, you know what it is, Bubba Sparxxx, Jamelia
Me and my folks, it's some truly new southern copenhaniacs
Get your head together, it's on bitch, it's on bitch
All day long, twice on sundays
It is Bub in this club
Jumpin' in a frenzy, ain't a lot that offends me
Guzzle to the ? didn't break the bottle
Things changed girl, I'm now dating models
What can I say, she wanna play
In her European suede, got them blown away
From England all the way on up to Copenhagen
I'm with Jamelia, you know we misbehavin' (oh, oh)
Me and my crew, step in the queue
Hot shoes, short dress, time to impress
Over to the bar, get a Vodka
Get it free cos, I'm a superstar
If you don't know what I'm here for
Yo let me hit the dancefloor, oh
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Singing The Praises Of Finer Things lyrics
Steal a kissfrom your lips I steal a kissand want for this happiness to fool mesea deep blue eyessea deep deep big blue eyesand want for you always to see meA trip to the heavens on angels' wingsGabriel plays and Angelica singssinging the praises of finer thingsa trip to the heavens on angels' wingsSweet treasured timeyuor tiny hand held in mineI live for this wor
's time to get some of your hands boppin', watch out nowSteal a kissfrom your lips I steal a kissand want for this happiness to fool mesea deep blue eyessea deep deep big blue eyesand want for you always to see meA trip to the heavens on angels' wingsGabriel plays and Angelica singssinging the praises of finer thingsa trip to the heavens on angels' wingsSweet treasured timeyuor tiny hand held in mineI live for this wor
Do a little bit of that show stoppin'
Get a couple parties out my way poppin', oh
Tonight me and my girls be club hoppin'
Got to get this party rockin', what
Before we turn it in
We go club hoppin'
Tell me do you wanna go club hoppin', club hoppin'
Next joint blazin, fellas amazing
Got me open, I feel like I'm smokin
Came to break it off
Temptation, wanna take it off
Bolt and lock the door
Nobody goin home
Now get up on the dancefloor, oh
It's time to get some of your hands boppin', watch out now
Do a little bit of that show stoppin', ah
Get a couple parties out my way poppin'
Tonight me and my girls be club hoppin', whoa, yeah
Got to get this party rockin', what
Before we turn it in
We go club hoppin'
Every now and thenyou find someone you really like,but sometimes in the endthey may not fit you rightMy baby's in love with a shoe salesmanthe man who works down the blockyes, she's in love for the first time, againhe's got her heart tied up in a knotWith all his talk about the price he can givehe's got her sold on the life they could livejust like the slippers in the window ther
If there's someone here who don't be feelin' on this joint
you don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know
If there's someone here who don't be feelin' on this joint
you don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know
I know two burnin' hands, one in Alabama
One out there in England where it's crunk this evening
One the other side of that great big pond
You really think a Georgia boy can't get fun
Love the way this beautiful catty shootin' it at me
Yeah baby girl, long as you groovin' I'm happy
It's Bubba Sparxxx and capital triple X's
Do your thing Jamelia, I'm really feelin' ya
Attention people, clear the floor
Me and my girls just entered the door
Got champagne flowin' like H20
And I love the ?
Written by: Harry Nilsson Vocals & Electric Piano: Harry Nilsson Slide Guitar: George Harrysong Bass: Klaus Voorman Piano: Nicky Hopkins Drums: Barry Morgan Electric Guitar: Peter Frampton Horns: Jim Price, Bobby Keys, Klaus Voorman You're breakin' my heart You're tearin' it apart So fuck you All I want to do Is have a good time Now I'm blue You wanna boogaloo Run down to Tramps Have a dance or tw
Don't worry bout expenses tonight, J's got it
The place to be is anywhere you see me
Look at the time, oh shit
It's time to get some of your hands boppin', watch out now
Do a little bit of that show stoppin', ah
Get a couple parties out my way poppin'
Tonight me and my girls be club hoppin'
Got to get this party rockin', what
Before we turn it in
We go club hoppin'
Tell me do you wanna go club hoppin', club hoppin'
It's time to get some of your hands boppin', oh, watch out now
Do a little bit of that show stoppin', oh
Get a couple parties out my way poppin'
Tonight me and my girls be club hoppin'
Got to get this party rockin', what
Before we turn it in
We go club hoppin'
Tell me do you wanna go club hoppin', haha, uh