Some pictures of hot rods Lyrics: Ride on Josephine, ride on Ride on Josephine, ride on Ride on Josephine, child ya’ got a runnin’ machine Baby baby ride on Josephine, baby ride on Well now Josephine drivin’ a hotrod Ford She got twin carburators, gonna burn up the road Twin exhausts kickin’ out the rear Some a’that’ll really take away from here Ride on Josephine, baby ride on Ride on Josephine, ride on Ride on Josephine, child ya’ got a runnin’ machine Baby baby ride on Josephine, baby ride on Well now Josephine’s engine, said it started run hot She tried to trade it in down the used car lot The man couldn’t believe his natural eyes When she pulled it up into his drive Ride on Josephine, baby ride on Ride on Josephine, baby ride on Ride on Josephine, girl ya’ got a runnin’ machine Baby baby ride on Josephine, baby ride on Josephine…your tank is leakin’ baby I think ya’ better slow down, ride with me Ya’ say what? Ya’ ask me to hush up and mind my own business? Uh…baby you are my business You good business baby I just looooove good business Ya’ say what? Ya’ ask me what kind of car am I drivin’? Well, Uh… I’m drivin’ a ‘48 Cadillac with thunderbird wings I’m tellin’ ya’ baby it’s a runnin’ thing I could reach a groove a’baby .. get a gear I think I could take it a’right outta here Ride on Josephine, ride on Ride on Josephine, ride on Ride on Josephine, child ya’ got a runnin’ machine Baby baby ride on Josephine, baby ride on

Haha Its Mr. 305 checkin’ in for the remix you know that S 75 Street Brazil Well this year gon be called Calle Ocho Que ola cata, Que ola omega and this how we gon do it one-two-three-four Uno-do’-tres-quatro I know youwant me (want me) you know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me you know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me (want me) you know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me You know I want cha (want cha) one-two-three-four Uno-do’-tres-cuatro Rumba (Si) Ella quiere su Rumba (Como) Rumba (Si) Ella quiere si Rumba (Como) Si e’ verdad que tu ere guapa, Yo te voy a poner gozar anekatips.com Tu tiene la boca grande dale ponte a jugar (Como) one-two-three-four Uno-do’-tres-quatro 6 to tha clock, on my way to the top uh, Pit got it locked from brews to the locker, All IP uh, big and packer, That he’s not, but damn he’s hot, label fly but Pit wont stop, got her in the car, quit playin’ with his (Como) watch him make a movie like Alba Hitch Hock Enjoy Me I know you want me (want me) you know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me you know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me (want me) you know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me You know I want cha (want cha) one-two-three-four Uno-do’-tres-quatro Rumba (Si) Ella quiere su Rumba (Como) Rumba (Si) Ella quiere si Rumba (Como) Si e’ verdad que tu ere guapa, Yo te voy a poner gozar anekatips.com Tu tiene la boca grande dale ponte a jugar (Como) one-two-three-four Uno-do’-tres-quatro Mami got an ass like …

“No Sugar Tonight/New Mother Nature” is a song by the Canadian rock band, The Guess Who. It was released on their 1970 album, American Woman, and was released on the B-Side of the “American Woman” single edited to remove the “New Mother Nature” section. The single was officially released as “No Sugar Tonight/New Mother Nature” and peaked at #1 on the RPM magazine charts (3 weeks) and on the Billboard charts. In Cashbox, which at the time ranked sides independently, “No Sugar Tonight” reached #39. According to Randy Bachman, the inspiration for the song arose after an incident when he was visiting California. He was walking down the street with a stack of records under his arm, when he saw three “tough-looking biker guys” approaching. He felt threatened and was looking for a way to cross the street onto the other sidewalk when a car pulled up to the men. A woman got out of the car, shouting at one of them, asking where he’d been all day, that he had left her alone with the kids. The man suddenly was alone and his buddies slinked away. Chastened he got in the car as the woman told him before pulling away: “And one more thing, you’re getting no sugar tonight”. The words stuck in Bachman’s memory. Bachman then wrote a short song in the key of F# called “No Sugar Tonight”. When he presented the song to Burton Cummings and the record company, he was told that the song was too short. Bachman and Cummings expanded the song by adding to it a song Cummings had written that was also …

If I were a boy even just for a day I’d roll out of bed in the morning and throw on what I wanted and go Drink beer with the guys and chase after girls I’d kick it with who I wanted and I’d never get confronted for it cause they’d stick up for me If I were a boy I think I could understand How it feels to love a girl I swear I’d be a better man I’d listen to her cause I know how it hurts When you lose the one you wanted cause he’s taking you for granted And everything you had got destroyed If I were a girl even just for a day I’d get out of bed in the morning and take forever to get ready Complain to my friends as if they got a man They talk about you cause they’re jealous and I just stay and listen to it (I should get rid of them) If I were a girl I dont think I’d understand how it feels to love a boy I swear I’d be a better woman I’d listen to him cause I don’t know everything I would always try to tell him that he needs to treat me better Like I don’t gotta change at all If I were a girl It’s a little too late for you to come back Say it’s just a mistake, think I’d forgive you like that? (I don’t) If you thought I would wait for you, you thought wrong (I did wrong) But you’re just a boy and you’re just a girl You don’t understand No you don’t understand How it feels to love a girl someday You wish you were a better man You don’t listen to her and you don’t listen to him You don’t care how it hurts (you don’t care how I feel) Until you lose the one you wanted cause he’s …

I’m sorry that this is not complete. =D But my movie maker was mad. =D have fun Lyrics- Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air I was born too late into a world that doesn’t care Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair When the head of state didn’t play guitar Not everybody drove a car When music really mattered and when radio was king When accountants didn’t have control And the media couldn’t buy your soul And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air I was born too late into a world that doesn’t care Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair When pop stars still remained a myth And ignorance could still be bliss And when god saved the queen she turned a whiter shade of pale My mom and dad were in their teens And anarchy was still a dream And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air I was born too late into a world that doesn’t care Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair When record shops were still on top And vinyl was all that they stocked And the super info highway was still drifting out in space Kids were wearing hand me downs And playing games meant kick arounds And footballers still had long hair and dirt …