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[GyPsy]

Trampled Under Foot
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Greasy, slicked-down body
Groovy leather trim
I like the way you hold the road
Mama, it ain't no sin
Talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout

Ooh, trouble-free transmission helps your oil's flow
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me through your door
Talkin' 'bout love, ah, talkin' 'bout love, ooh
I'm talkin' 'bout

Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
Baby, I can work all night, believe I got the perfect tools
Talkin' 'bout lo-ove, talkin' 'bout lo-ove, talkin' 'bout

A model built for comfort, really built with style
Special list edition, mama, let me feast my eyes
Talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout

Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama, let me pull your tires
Talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout

Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red
Gun down on my gasoline, believe I'm gonna crack your head
Talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love, I'm talkin' 'bout
I can't stop talkin' about, I can't stop talkin' about
Oooh, yeah, yes, a-drive on

Oooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes, I'm comin' through
Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive
Talkin' 'bout love, I'm talkin' 'bout love, I'm talkin' 'bout

Ooh, yes, fully automatic, comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did before we synchronized
Talkin' 'bout lo-ove, talkin' 'bout love, I'm talkin' 'bout

Ooh-ooh, feather-light suspension -- Konis couldn't hold
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors
Talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout low-oh-hove, talkin' 'bout
I can't, I can't, oh, I can't stop talkin' about love
I can't stop talkin' about love

Ooh, let me come down, come down
Comin' down, comin' down, come down, yes
I can't stop talkin' about
I can't stop talkin' about lo-ove, baby
I can't stop talkin' about love, a-my baby
I can't stop talkin' about love, my baby-ah
My baby, my baby, yeah
Push, push, push, push, yes, push, push
Ooooh

[GyPsy]

Αρχικά δημιουργήθηκε από stokos
Lalena
(Donovan)


When the sun goes to bed
That's the time your raise your head
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame you Lalena

Arty Tart la de da
Can your part get much sadder
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame you Lalena

Run you hand thru your hair
Paint your face with despair
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame you Lalena

When the sun goes to bed
That's the time your raise your head
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame you Lalena

Arty Tart Oh so la de da
Can your part ever get, ever get much sadder
That's your lot in life Lalena
Can't blame you Lalena
Oh, Lalena

Πειράζει να πάρω την εκτέλεση με DEEP PURPLE?

[stokos]

Το φάντασμα της Φούρκας με κυνηγάει κι εδώ.


Έγραψε κανείς για "έναν Γάλλο, έναν Ιταλό και έναν Πόντιο" ;;;;
Οικοδεσπότες, αν έγραφα ανέκδοτα, θα το έβαζα κι εγώ στο "Χιούμορ-Ανέκδοτα".
Από την στιγμή που δεν υπάρχει αντίστιχη κατηγορία για τραγούδια ή στίχους, καλύτερα να το αφήνατε στις Γενικές ή (στην χειρότερη) στους Διαξιφησμούς.
Αν κάποιες δόσεις χιούμορ, εντός του thread, ήταν η αιτία τη μεταφοράς, τότε θα πρέπει να μεταφερθεί το 80% των post του forum εδώ μέσα.
Ευχαριστώ.

[Boxer]

Artist: Twisted Sister Lyrics
Song: I Wanna Rock Lyrics

I wanna rock! (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)
I want to rock (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)

Turn it down you say,
Well all I got to say to you is time again I say, "No!"
No! No, No, No, No, No!
Tell me not to play
Well, all I got to say to you when you tell me not to play,
I say, "No!"
No! No, No, No, No, No!
So, if you ask me why I like the way I play it
There's only one thing I can say to you

I wanna rock! (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)
I want to rock (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)

There's a feelin' that
I get from nothin' else and there ain't nothin' in the world
That makes me go!
Go! Go, go, go, go, go!
Turn the power up
I've waited for so long so I could hear my favorite song so,
Let's go!
Go! Go, go, go, go, go!
When it's like this I feel the music shootin' through me
There's nothin' else that I would rather do

I wanna rock! (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)
I want to rock (Rock)
I wanna rock! (Rock)

[Boxer]

Manowar Manowar living on the road
When we're in town speakers explode
We don't attract wimps 'cause we're too loud
Just true metal people that's Manowar's crowd

They wanna keep us down
But they can't last
When we get up we're gonna kick your ass
Gonna keep on burnin'
We always will
Other bands play Manowar kill
Other bands play Manowar kill

We like it hard, we like it fast
We got the biggest amps, man they blast
True metal people wanna rock not pose
Wearin' jeans and leather, not cracker jack clothes

They wanna keep us down
But they can't last
When we get up we're gonna kick your ass
Gonna keep on burnin'
We always will
Other bands play Manowar kill
Other bands play Manowar kill

We're the kings of metal comin' to town
When we light up, have the roof nailed down
Don't try to tell us that we're too loud
'Cause there ain't no way that we'll ever turn down

They wanna keep us down
But they can't last
When we get up we're gonna kick your ass
Gonna keep on burnin'
We always will
other bands play Manowar kill

[Boxer]

You make the stars
Illusions and dreams
You're what you are
D'you know what I mean

I hear you clear
See in your eyes
Lying to please
It pleases to lie

You say it's your way
You say we'll make it
Right to the top
Your bullshit gets me
What have you got

I don't believe
A word you say
You make me laugh
Get outta my way

You say it's your way
Now listen to what I think of you:

Son of a bitch
Kiss my ass
Son of a bitch
Son of a bitch
You asshole
Son of a bitch
Cock suckin' motherfucker
I was right - take this: uuaah

Son of a bitch, ...

[Boxer]

Living easy, loving free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too

I'm on the highway to hell (x4)

No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me around
Hey Satan, payin' my dues
Playin' in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land

I'm on the highway to hell (x4)

Don't stop me

I'm on the highway to hell (x8)

And I'm going down
all the way
on the highway to hell