As I was walkin' by, saw you standin' there with a smile
Lookin' shy you caught my eye
Thought you'd want to hang for a while
Well, I'd like to be with you
And you know it's Friday, too
I hope you can find the time this weekend
To relax and unwind
My mind's tired, I've worked so hard all week (Ooh, all week)
I cashed my check, I'm ready to go
I promise you, I'll show you such a good time
Come on, baby, let's get away
Let's save our troubles for another day
If you ever go down Trinidad
They make you feel so very glad
Calypso sing and make up rhyme
Guarantee you one real good fine time
Drinkin' _________________
Go down Point Cumana
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, beat it man, beat it
Since the Yankee come to Trinidad
They got the young girls all goin' mad
Young girls say they treat 'em nice
Make Trinidad like paradise
Drinkin' _________________
Go down Point Cumana
Both mother and daughter
________ found a love
Make me feel so good l, oh, man
Sometimes when I'm sleeping at night
I wake up and you're nowhere to be found
You said you love me and you'll always be around
________ thought I found a love that's true
But you used me, I guess I'm just somebody's fool
I don't wanna be a fool no more
With me you found love and you tore it apart, oh darling
You said you loved me and you'll always be around
Wait a day, wait a second
What you gonna do baby? Stop it
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Extra, extra, I'm in love
I gotta thank my lucky stars above
Hurry, hurry, don't be late
'Cause I can't wait
I gotta celebrate
It's a fact
We got a first-rate act
It's evident when we make love
______________
You're my every thought
You're my one attraction
You must be heaven-sent
You give me so much satisfaction (You're the one)
You make life worth fighting for
You're the one
'Cause there's nobody quite like you
Baby, you're the one
You called me from the room in your hotel
All full of romance for someone that you met
And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon
And that you miss me sometimes when you're alone in your room
Do I feel lonely too?
You have no right to ask me how I feel
You have no right to speak to me, so kind
I can't go on just holding on to ties
Now that we're living ______________
Well, I held on to let you go
And if you lost your love for me, well you never let it show
They're writing songs of love
______________
Lucky star's above
______________
With love to lead the way
I've found more clouds of grey
Than any Russian play could guarantee
I was a fool to fall, get that way
Heigh-ho! Alas! Also, lack-a-day!
When every happy plot
Turns into a marriage knot
I guess he's not for me
_________________
We got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong
To let it go now
We meet every day at the same café, 6:30, I know, I know she'll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans while the jukebox plays our favorite song
Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
We got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong
To let it go now
Hit it
This ain't no disco
It ain't no country club, either
This is L.A.
"______________ is have a little fun before I die"
Says the man next to me, out of nowhere
It's apropos of nothing
He says his name is William
But I'm sure he's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy
And he's plain ugly to me
And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world
She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named ________
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night
Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named ________
Busted down his stall
In a blizzard, she was lost
She ran calling ________
Calling ________
Calling ________
So by the dark of the moon, I planted
But there came an early snow
Been a hoot-owl howling outside my window now
(____________, Guajira ____________ ____________, Guajira ____________)
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Antes de morirme quiero
Echar mi stanzas del alma
(____________, Guajira ____________ ____________, Guajira ____________)
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmín encendido
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmín encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo
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