Moxy Fruvous - Psycho Killer | Текст Иностранной Песни
I can't seem to face up to the facts I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire Don't touch me I'm a real live
Moxy Fruvous - My Baby Loves A Bunch Of Authors | Текст Иностранной Песни
Well you should see my story-reading baby, you should hear things that she says She says "Hon, drop dead, I'd rather go to bed with Gabriel Garcia Marquez" Cuddle up with
Moxy Fruvous - Welcome To "C" | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Jian on lead) 1... 2... 1, 2... Hello, you savvy little Fruvous spy. (All, w/ Jian's voice the most prominent) Welcome to the album we call c!
Moxy Fruvous - Ash Hash | Текст Иностранной Песни
(All) Now, if all that ash used to be hash What the heck time is it now? Last thing I remember I was looking at my stash Just before the late late show Then we threw a
Moxy Fruvous - King Of Spain [Cranky Monarch Version] | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Dave) Royalty, lord it looked good on me Buried in silk in the royal boudoir or going nuclear free Or playing Crokinole with the Princess of Monaco Telling my jokes to the
Moxy Fruvous - Bed And Breakfast | Текст Иностранной Песни
Romeo rhinoceros Prowls around the bar Head afire, he spills desire And vodka from a mason jar Brilliantly witty and clearly unsteady He takes a shot at the big
Moxy Fruvous - Independence Day | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Murray on lead) The streamers were red and gold. And all of the stores stayed closed. And everybody couldn't wait For the fireworks display. The city had a
Moxy Fruvous - Your New Boyfriend | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Jian) Well, it was me, you, and Jacko and your new buddy Tacco (rest) No cause for alarm, about the flag on his arm. (Jian) You said the politics matter,
Moxy Fruvous - Fly | Текст Иностранной Песни
Note: a verse was deleted from this song from the original version to the Wood album version. This verse is included in italics where it would have been if it were not omitted.
Moxy Fruvous - Big Fish | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Dave) As a young boy Michael helped his mother cook, Down by her apron strings the whole day long. Knife in hand, her eyes trained on the recipe book He'd salivate as