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Ah, he likes bread and butter
Ah, he likes toast and jam
Ah, that's what his baby feeds him
Ah, he's her loving man

And have [toast]
A little piece of [toast]

'Cause there's so much to choose from
There's brown bread, white bread
All sorts of wholemeal bread
It comes in funny packages
With writing on the side
But it doesn't matter which one you have
'Cause when you cut the crusts off
Have it with marmalade
Or butter, cheese, tomatoes, beans, banana
Or chocolate if you're strange
It doesn't really matter

Cool head ??? seriously, not a meth addict!

I get around round I get around
I get around ooh
From town to town round round I get around
I'm a real cook head
I get around etc.
I make real good bread...

You are the sunshine of my life
That’s why I’ll always be around

Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I've got something I can laugh about
I feel good, in a special way
I'm in love and it's a sunny day.

Papa would do what ever he could
Preach a little gospel
Sell a couple bottles of Dr Good...

Papa don't preach I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, hm
I'm gonna keep my baby, hm

...some of them are deadly
Some dont let it show
If they try to hurt you
Come let your Daddy know....

Your gonna meet some strangers
Welcome to the zoo
Bitter disappointments
Except for one or two
Some of them are angry
Some of them are mean
Most of them are twisted just a few are clean...

If her daddy's rich, take her out for a meal
If her daddy's poor, just do what you feel

You keep all your money in a big brown bag inside a zoo
What a thing to do
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man
Baby you're a rich man, too

If I were a rich man
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum
All day long, I'd biddy biddy bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich yidle-diddle-didle-didle man

Money money money
Must be sunny in a rich mans world
Ahaaaaaaa
All the things I would do
If I had a little money
It's a rich mans world..

Stand and deliver!
Your money or your life!

You never give me your money
You only give me your funny paper
And in the middle of negotiations
You break down

Never gonna give yo up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around or desert you...

Sail on, honey
Good times never felt so good.

I am sailing, I am sailing,
Home again across the sea
I am sailing stormy waters
To be near you, to be free.

I want to break free, I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self-satisfied I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free

Mama, they call her bad girl
All because she wanted to be free...

Well she got her daddy's car
And she cruised through the hamburger stand now
Seems she forgot all about the library
Like she told her old man now

Daddy cool, daddy cool!

If I could steal one final glance, one final step
One final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love to dance with my father again

Theres a full moon risin
let’s go dancin in the light
We know where the musics playing
Let’s go out and feel the night
Because I,m still in love with you
I wanna see you dance again

I love this song