The Woods Band Lyrics
The Woods Band Lyrics
"The Spanish Lady Lyrics"
Son Of A Preacher Man Lyrics
[ John Hurley/Ronnie Wilkins ] Billy Ray was a preacher's son And when his daddy'd visit he'd come along When they gathered round and started talking T
[ John Hurley/Ronnie Wilkins ] Billy Ray was a preacher's son And when his daddy'd visit he'd come along When they gathered round and started talking T
As I roved out thro' Dublin city
At the hour of twelve o' the night,
Who should I spy but a Spanish Lady
Washing her feet by candlelight.
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coal.
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so neat about the sole.
Chorus:
Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy
Q, Mike, Slim, Daron (Interlude) If you are available If you are available this is what we're looking for sexy independent never scared to let it go alway
Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy
What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee.
As I came back through Dublin City,
At the hour of half-past eight,
Who should I spy but the Spanish Lady,
Brushing her hair in broad daylight.
First she toss'd it, then she brushed it,
On her lap was a silver comb.
In
Homeless Lyrics
Look at all these people lying around look at all these people being scraped right off the ground because of too many broken homes too many cardboard box- es too many
ll my life I ne'er did seeLook at all these people lying around look at all these people being scraped right off the ground because of too many broken homes too many cardboard box- es too many
So fair a maid since I did roam.
Chorus:
Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy
Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee
Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy
What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee.
As I went down thro' Dublin City
When the sun began to set.
Who should I spy but a Spanish Lady,
Catching a mo
I Love Every Little Thing About You Lyrics
Though they say you're not my friend You've been here through thick and thin And for that little girl I love ya And all I want to do is talk about ya. I'm
th in a golden net.Though they say you're not my friend You've been here through thick and thin And for that little girl I love ya And all I want to do is talk about ya. I'm
When she saw me, then she fled me,
Lifting her petticoat over the knee,
In all my life I ne'er did spy
A maid so blithe as the Spanish Lady.
Chorus:
Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy
Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee
Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy
What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee.