It's our world, just keep it goin', do it It's our world, we better try, honey It's our world, just show your love It's our world, don't let it get
Vertaling: George Duke. Het is onze wereld.
to the party, it's me God Almighty, Ghost still holdin' that shotty Dustin Alize', three-quarter Timbs, Terry-cloth robes Crisp hundreds in the envelope, duke it
there's ash on our shoes and there's ash in our hair and there's a fine silt on every mantle from hell's kitchen to Brooklyn and the streets are full
I don't think so, I don't think so It's much too dangerous, it's much too strange Here in a world that won't give Oprah No home on the range Well, it
Well, I don't think so, I don't think so It's much too dangerous, it's much too strange Here in a world that won't give oprah no home on the range Well
woods The entire stock is shipping Oh our shod is hardly slipping To the markets of the world Our wrinkled pennants are unfurled! T-shirt racks, rubber
, "it's frank's movie." now, we're the mothers, but it's still frank's movie. he rented the studio, had all th Heesy sets built...it's so moche
to the party, it's me God Almighty, Ghost still holdin that shotty Dustin Alize', three-quarter Timbs Terry-cloth robes, crisp hundreds in the envelope Duke it
to you, from my soul And it goes [Hook: Small Boy] This one's for my people, around the way To all the ones, who keep it player made For staying down
to this newly departed style it was a good style it died so young why so young? snatched from the tip of a tounge in it's prime this rhyme'll rhyme crime
get some sleep. Sandy beaches in distant reaches And oh those lovely Georgia peaches. It's never too much and never too late To pack your bags and get out of state. Is it
the party, it's me God Almighty, Ghost still holdin that shotty Dustin Alize', three-quarter Timbs Terry-cloth robes, crisp hundreds in the envelope Duke it
