STREET FIGHTING MAN
(Mick Jagger / Keith Richards)
Everywhere I hear the sound
of marching, charging feet boy
'Cause the summer's here
and the time is right for
fighting in the street boy
Hey think the time is right
for a palace revolution
Where I live the game to play
is just to compromise my solution
What can a poor boy do
except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause you see bein' London town
there's just no other place
for a street fighting man
Hey did I tell you that my name
was called disturbance
And I'll shout and scream
and I'll kill the king and
I'll rail at all his servants
What can a poor boy do
except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause you see bein' London town
there's just no place
for a street fighting man
Everywhere I hear the sound
of marching, charging feet boy
'Cause the summer's here
and the time is right for
fighting in the street boy
What can a poor boy do
except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause you see bein' London town
there's just no other place
for a street fighting man
Zamkneli goscia do wiezienia na 20 lat, siedzial sam w celi, nie mial co robic, ale po latach zlapal mrowke. Wyuczyl ja tanczyc, spiewac, robic fikolki, zrobil jej maly parasolik i ubranko. Cwiczyl ja i cwiczyl, poswiecal jej caly czas. W koncu wyszedl na wolnosc i zabral mrowke ze
soba. Nie wiedzial co z soba zrobic wiec poszedl do dobrej restauracji cos wreszcie porzadnie zjesc. Ale nie mial pieniedzy. Podchodzi kelner:
- Slucham pana?
- Prosze pana, chcialbym zjesc cos naprawde super, ale nie mam pieniedzy...
- Och, bardzo mi przykro...
- Ale zrobmy tak: da mi pan dobry obiad, a ja pana w zamian czyms zadziwie. Zaloze sie, z tego pan jeszcze nie widzial!
- No, niech bedzie. Co to takiego?
- Prosze pana, niech pan popatrzy, tu na stole jest mrowka...
Kelner sciera mrowke serweta mowiac:
- O, najmocniej przepraszam...
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