The weekend is the weekend
And it’s sunny in the park
I’ll
I've got a key
And a piece of paper in my
I cannot say 'oh sweetness' like he could
and I cannot
Do you ever look around
turn your ear to the ground
show
Ducking out my window double story from the ground
from my
I’ve done too much of some things
And not enough of
I’ve got the clouds on a string
That I pull with
If frisy hair was a metaphor
for festival time
then this woman
Sol y Sombra aeh Mama
Ollie's cha cha
Sing eah eah eah
Sol
One night when I was sleeping
a gypsy lady sneak
One day one woman asked him
‘what do you to survive?’
he
One night when I was sleeping
a gypsy lady sneak into
The weekend is the weekend
And it's sunny in the park
I'll