Sonic Groove
Katalina lyrics
Katalina lyrics
"Dj's Girl Lyrics"
I Get a Kick Out of You Lyrics
Verse: My story is much to sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know is the case When Im out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui Then I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face Chorus: I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesnt thrill me at all
Bouncer: All right everybody, I need one line, one line
I need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting in
Girl: Excuse me excuse me, let me through please
I'm with the DJ'
I'm with the DJ, ok?
Bouncer: Heh, sure you know the DJ, sure you do
Everybodys on the guest list
Girl: Excuse me
Excuse me (excuse me, excuse me excuse me)
Excuse me excuse me Mr. Bouncer
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin cryin out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So move on over, I'm the DJ's girl
Girl: Excuse me, let me through please
Bouncer: Eight bucks honey!
Girl: What? Eight dollars? No way.
I'm on the guest list
I'm with the DJ?
Look, I dont have time to stand out here and talk about your
little problems
Like, why do you think I have these records?
Do you think I dress like this for fun?
Excuse me, like were you not listening to me, or what?
This is way out of hand, like I'm so sure
What do you mean? Check the guest list again, Mr. Bouncer-head
muscle-man
I'm with the DJ
Bouncer: No, I dont think so baby -- I'm the man
You're not getting in
Girl: Hey stupid steroid-face!
Eight dollars? I'm not gonna pay your dumb little cover charge
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ, ok?
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floorI've Had The Time Of My Life Lyrics
Now I've had the time of my life No I never felt like this before Yes I swear it's the truth and I owe it all to you 'Cause I've had the time of my life and I owe it all to you I've been waiting for so long Now I've finally found someone To stand by me We saw the writing on the wall
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My heart is pumpin cryin out for moreVerse: My story is much to sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know is the case When Im out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui Then I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face Chorus: I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesnt thrill me at all
Bouncer: All right everybody, I need one line, one line
I need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting in
Girl: Excuse me excuse me, let me through please
I'm with the DJ'
I'm with the DJ, ok?
Bouncer: Heh, sure you know the DJ, sure you do
Everybodys on the guest list
Girl: Excuse me
Excuse me (excuse me, excuse me excuse me)
Excuse me excuse me Mr. Bouncer
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin cryin out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So move on over, I'm the DJ's girl
Girl: Excuse me, let me through please
Bouncer: Eight bucks honey!
Girl: What? Eight dollars? No way.
I'm on the guest list
Stray Lyrics
You don't have to tell me what you're still looking for, Two arms to hold you and a voice to say "That's alright, you can spend the night" Well, come around. 'Cos I've been there and these are the notes from the overground, The World Saxophone Quartet, the smell of violets And a passing friend won't let you down. Listen to the rhythm of the rain falling, Say you're gonna change your
You don't have to tell me what you're still looking for, Two arms to hold you and a voice to say "That's alright, you can spend the night" Well, come around. 'Cos I've been there and these are the notes from the overground, The World Saxophone Quartet, the smell of violets And a passing friend won't let you down. Listen to the rhythm of the rain falling, Say you're gonna change your
I'm with the DJ?
Look, I dont have time to stand out here and talk about your
little problems
Like, why do you think I have these records?
Do you think I dress like this for fun?
Excuse me, like were you not listening to me, or what?
This is way out of hand, like I'm so sure
What do you mean? Check the guest list again, Mr. Bouncer-head
muscle-man
I'm with the DJ
Bouncer: No, I dont think so baby -- I'm the man
You're not getting in
Girl: Hey stupid steroid-face!
Eight dollars? I'm not gonna pay your dumb little cover charge
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ, ok?
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor
Now I've had the time of my life No I never felt like this before Yes I swear it's the truth and I owe it all to you 'Cause I've had the time of my life and I owe it all to you I've been waiting for so long Now I've finally found someone To stand by me We saw the writing on the wall
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So come on over, I'm the DJ's girl
Oo-oo-oo, I'm the DJ's girl
Oo-oo-oo, I'm the DJ's girl
Bouncer: All right everybody, one solid line
I need eight dollars and a picture ID or else you're not getting in
Girl: Excuse me
excuse me Mr. Bouncer
Bouncer: Heh, why dont you go home you little groupie
you're wastin my time
Girl: Excuse me
excuse me Mr. Bouncer
Bouncer: I need eight bucks and a picture ID
Girl: Look, if you value your stupid little job
You better get outta my way
Cuz I'm with the DJ
what?
Oh my God, I'm so sure
Like in a million years
The Calloway Boogie Lyrics
Here's a little tune we're gonna play for you, There ain't nothin' to it and it's easy to do: Called the Calloway Boogie, It's the Calloway Boogie, Keeps you groovy twenty-four hours a day! If you like music with a boogie beat, Here's a little ditty that's really all reet! It's the Calloway Boogie, It's the Calloway Boogie, Keeps you groovy twenty-four hours a day!
You are so dead
Like, why do you think I have these records?
Do you think I dress like this for fun?
Excuse me, like were you not listening to me, or what?
This is way out of hand, like I'm so sure
What do you mean? Check the guest list again, Mr. Bouncer-head
muscle-man
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ, ok?
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin cryin out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So come on over, I'm the DJ's girl
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin cryin out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So move on over I'm the DJ's girl
So move on over, I'm the DJ's girl
sallysally@usa.net
Here's a little tune we're gonna play for you, There ain't nothin' to it and it's easy to do: Called the Calloway Boogie, It's the Calloway Boogie, Keeps you groovy twenty-four hours a day! If you like music with a boogie beat, Here's a little ditty that's really all reet! It's the Calloway Boogie, It's the Calloway Boogie, Keeps you groovy twenty-four hours a day!
You are so dead
Like, why do you think I have these records?
Do you think I dress like this for fun?
Excuse me, like were you not listening to me, or what?
This is way out of hand, like I'm so sure
What do you mean? Check the guest list again, Mr. Bouncer-head
muscle-man
I'm with the DJ
I'm with the DJ, ok?
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin cryin out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So come on over, I'm the DJ's girl
My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor
My heart is pumpin cryin out for more
The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine
So move on over I'm the DJ's girl
So move on over, I'm the DJ's girl
sallysally@usa.net