Vertaling: Waits, Tom. Schreeuwen.
Flashman's in the belfry shouting as loud as he can Samson's up all night again talking about himself What a wonderful man and I'm just wild about Ronnie
compete mines is better than yours Then we can take it to the streets, my rum's redder than yours BX where the attic sniffy chalk outline And the clubs they shout
Listen you people I've got a question You won't pay attention but I'll ask anyhow I found a way that will get me an answer Been waiting to ask you 'till
on the, on the film . . . Yeah, she used to be Tom Wilson's secretary . . . Ok . . . You remember Tom Wilson were gonna run for President? 6:51 Aynsley: You're Tom
moon With a promise and a vow And a lullaby for my brow Jesus gonna be here Be here soon Well I'm just gonna wait here I don't have to shout I have
to three for thievery nigga they callin' me, but what the fuck did you get when you stole the whole native colony? Oh you were the lawyers and the judges you read the Tom
Don?t wait for Tom, Tom?s long gone, he?s already moved on Don?t wait for Tom I saw an ol? ?55 Buick just before the dawn I said, Hey, hey Tom, the
I'll be there when the shouting's over You just may need me to hold you I'll be here after the tears Just a matter of time now Till I make you mine now Waited
gas just then florence nightingale dropped her drawers and stuck her fat ass half way out of the window with a wilson pickett tune and shouted get a
(Tom Waits) You gotta stomp, whistle and scream You gotta wake right up in your dreams You gotta jump, wheel and drive Keep that feeling alive You gotta
(Tom Waits/K. Brennan) When I'm lyin' in my bed at night I don't wanna grow up Nothin' ever seems to turn out right I don't wanna grow up How do you
(Tom Waits/K. Brennan) The women all control their men With razors and with wrists And the princess squeezes grape juice On a torrid bloody kiss What
(Tom Waits/Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva) jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches neal hunched at the wheel puttin
drum Don?t wait for Tom Tom?s long gone, he?s already moved on Don?t wait for Tom I saw an ol? ?55 Buick just before dawn I said, Hey, hey Tom The sun
, centered in the pentagram Enter the pit, kill a divine being like Glen Benton's band Importing to Miami beach, no law in the streets I don't wait for
be Tom Wilson's secretary . . . Ok . . . You remember Tom Wilson were gonna run for President? [6:51] Aynsley: You're Tom Wilson? Carl: Yeah. Aynsley
scream... and make her shout This is what... you want from love And I know, what I want is... [Chorus] [Fills: Tom] [Solo: Axel / Tom] Oh oh, run
