Bowie Flight Of The Conchords

That's pretty freaky, Bowie What's a rock musician doing out in space,man? Isn't it cold out there, Bowie? You can borrow my Jumper if you want Bowie?

African Night Flight David Bowie

African nightmare one-time Mormon More men fall in Hullabaloo men I slide to the nearest bar Undermine chairman I went too far Bent on a windfall rent a sony Wonder how the dollar went down Gotta

The Prince of Parties Flight Of The Conchords

I'm the pretty prince of parties You're a tasty piece of pastry You're so lighty flighty flakey I go where the party takes me I'm the funky monkey junky You're a flunky bunky donkey You're a picture of

Ladies of the World Flight Of The Conchords

[J:] Oh oh I just wanna, I just wanna [B:] Just wanna do something special for all the Ladies in the World [J:] Oh yes [B:] Just wanna do somethin' special [J:] Ah [B:] For all the Ladies in the world

Robots Flight Of The Conchords

The distant future, the year 2000 The distant future, the year 2000 The distant future, the distant future It is the distant future, the year 2000 We are robots The world is quite different ever since

Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros (feat. Rhymenoceros and the Hiphopopotamus) Flight Of The Conchords

Right That was very delicious goodnight Sometimes they are obscene Like a pornographic dream NC-17 with ladies in a stream of margarine Yeah, some margarine They call me the Hiphopopotamus Flows that glow

Boom Flight Of The Conchords

I see you with a sign I want to boom like it's never been done Bust moves like the click boom of a gun My beats stay locked and my eyes are zooming My feet start tweaking and my body's booming The first

Think About It Flight Of The Conchords

street, some punk has chopped off his head And I'm the only one who stops to see if he's dead, aoh Turns out he's dead That's why I'm singing, aoh what is wrong with the world today?

The Most Beautiful Girl (In the Room) Flight Of The Conchords

> Looking round room, I can tell that you Are the most beautiful girl in the...room. In the whole wide room Oooh.

Inner City Pressure Flight Of The Conchords

The concrete world is starting to get ya. The city is alive, the city is expanding. Living in the city can be demanding. You pawned everything, everything you owned.

Leggy Blonde (feat. Rhys Darby) Flight Of The Conchords

Goodbye Goodbye-ee-eye Leggy Blonde Everyday I look across the office floor, there you were Your hair down to your legs and your legs down to the floor Leggy Blonde, goodbye, goodbye Now that you are gone

Mutha'uckas Flight Of The Conchords

Too many to count Mutha uckas I pay my mutha uckin' rent fortnightly Mutha uckas at the bank trying to play me And I'm out for my account 'Cause out on A.P On A.P.

Business Time Flight Of The Conchords

Because it's Wednesday And Wednesday night is the night that we usually make love Monday night is my night to cook Tuesday night we go and visit your mother But Wednesday we make sweet little love When

Foux du Fafa Flight Of The Conchords

J: Je voudrais une croissantJ: Je suis enchanteJ: Ou est le bibliotheque?J: Voila mon passportJ: Ah, Gerard DepardieuB + J:Un baguette, ah ha ha, oh oh oh ohB: Ba Ba ba-ba Bow!B: Foux da fa faFoux ...

A Kiss Is Not a Contract Flight Of The Conchords

Doesn't mean you get to take An expedition further south, no A kiss is not a contract But it's very nice It's very, very nice Just because we've been Playing tonsil hockey Doesn't mean you get to score the

Did You Ever Have a Dream David Bowie

Did you ever have a dream or two Where the hero is a guy named you And the things he does are just too much Does he fly like Mr. Superman, speak Chinese, French and Dutch?

Did You Ever Have a Dream David Bowie

Did you ever have a dream or two Where the hero is a guy named you And the things he does are just too much Does he fly like Mr. Superman, speak Chinese, French and Dutch?

Tumble And Twirl David Bowie

I've seen the city I took the next flight For Borneo They say it's pretty I like the tee shirts In Borneo Some wear Bob Marley Others in Playboy Or Duvalier Make the last plane come Let me rise through

Bowie Tenacious D

you with my bowie while I뭢 naked! Painted from head to toe and so aroused---ah! Rigga gig, a-rigga gigga goo goo, Rigga gigga gigga gip goo goo.

Flight royal hunt

Eye's of the night, keepin' me right, Engine is roarin' like hell. Wings on my side, shakes off the light, Ready to go - I can tell.

Flight John Denver

Flight Words by John Gillespie Magee, Jr., John Denver, Joe Henry Music by Lee Holdridge Adapted by the poem by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

Ricochet David Bowie

be forgotten And who can bear to be forgotten March of flowers march of dimes These are the prisons these are the crimes Men wait for news while thousands are still asleep Dreaming of tramlines

Queen Of All The Tarts David Bowie

Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of Queen of Queen of

Queen Of All The Tarts (Overture) David Bowie

Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of all the tarts Queen of Queen of Queen of Queen of

Sex And The Church David Bowie

Though the idea of convulsion is said to be The union of Christ and his bride The Christian It's all very puzzling Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church And the church...

The Motel David Bowie

For we're living in a safety zone Don't be holding back from me We're living from hour to hour down here And we'll take it when we can It's a kind of living which recognizes The death of the

Port of Amsterdam (The Sunday Show) [Recorded 5.2.70] [2000 Remaster] David Bowie

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps While the river bank weeps to the old willow

Amsterdam David Bowie

In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings From the wide open sea In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sleeps While the river bank weeps To the old Willow

Days David Bowie

Well, I need one now All the days of my life All the days of my life All the days I owe you All I've done I've done for me All you gave You gave for free I gave nothing in return And there's

Boss Of Me David Bowie

be the boss of me We fly through the night The tears on your lips Life has your mind and soul It spins on your hips Who'd have ever thought of it Who'd have ever dreamed Who'd have ever thought of it

Speed Of Life David Bowie

The secret life of Arabia Secret secrets never seen Secret secrets ever green I was running at the speed of life Through morning's thoughts and fantasies Then I saw your eyes at the cross fades Secret

Volare (Nel Blu Dipinito Di Blu) David Bowie

To Fly (In the blue painted blue) In the blue painted blue, happy of being up there In the blue painted blue, happy of being up there I think a dream like that will never return I painted the hands

The Dreamers David Bowie

Black eyed ravens They spiral down They tilt his head back To the flame filled sunset Raise their guns high As the darken falls These are the days boys Shallow man Shallow man (shallow man) and

Law (Earthlings On Fire) David Bowie

the midday sun With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground With the sound, with the sound, with the sound of the ground

Future Legend David Bowie

And in the death, as the last few corpses lay rotting in the slimy thoroughfare, the shutters lifted an inch in Temperance Building high on Poacher's Hill.

In The Heat of The Morning David Bowie

little soldier catching butterflies No man loved like I love you Wouldn't you like to love me too In the heat of the morning In the shadow I'll clip your wings And I'll tell you I love you In

Quicksand David Bowie

I'm closer to the Golden Dawn Immersed in Crowley's uniform Of imagery I'm living in a silent film Portraying Himmler's secret realm Of dream reality I'm frightened by the total goal I'm drawing

Quicksand (2015 Remastered Ver.) David Bowie

I'm closer to the Golden Dawn Immersed in Crowley's uniform Of imagery I'm living in a silent film Portraying Himmler's secret realm Of dream reality I'm frightened by the total goal I'm drawing

Buddha of Suburbia David Bowie

Living in lies by the railway line Pushing the hair from my eyes Elvis is English and climbs the hills Can't tell the bullshit from the lies Screaming along in South London Vicious but ready to

Moon Of Alabama David Bowie

Oh show me the way to the next whiskey bar Oh don't ask why No don't ask why For we must find the next whiskey bar Or if we don't find the next whiskey bar I tell you we must die I tell you we

Lady Grinning Soul David Bowie

She'll lay belief on you Skin sweet with musky oil The lady from another grinning soul Cologne she'll wear.

If You Can See Me David Bowie

If you can see me I can see you I could wear your new blue shoes I should wear your old red dress And walk to the crossroads So take this knife And meet me across the river Just shoots and ladders and

Sense Of Doubt David Bowie

Someday they won't let you, so now you must agree The times they are a-telling, and the changing isn't free You've read it in the tea leaves, and the tracks are on TV Beware the savage jaw Of 1984 They'll

An Occasional Dream David Bowie

I recall how we lived On the corner of a bed And we'd speak of a Swedish room Of hessian and wood And we'd talk with our eyes Of the sweetness in our lives And tomorrows of rich surprise...

Flight Arco

Love the night Don't know why it sounds so strange But wind in trees always makes me dream of change And in this dream I fly over childhood's homes Kiss the earth goodbye Rise above the life I've

★ David Bowie

In the villa of Ormen, in the villa of Ormen Stands a solitary candle, ah-ah, ah-ah In the centre of it all, in the centre of it all Your eyes On the day of execution, on the day of execution Only women

Planet of Dreams David Bowie

Nothing on smoke today Nothing dies on the wing Wing's been losing time And then I keep all the pain Pain that comes and goes It goes against all you see You see I got Gable's eyes And Eisenhower

I'M Afraid Of Americans (Nin V.1 Mix) David Bowie

Johnny's in America, low-tech's at the wheel No-one needs anyone, they don't even just pretend Johnny's in America I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid

Maid of Bond Street David Bowie

This girl is made of lipstick Powder and paint Sees the pictures of herself Every magazine on every shelf This girl is maid of Bond Street Hailing cabs, lunches with executives Gleaming teeth

We Are The Dead David Bowie

Be elusive, but don't walk far For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin For your dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy You're just an ally of the leecher Procreator for