Asked a girl what she wanted to be She said, "Baby, can't you see? I wanna be famous, a star of the screen" But you can do something in between Baby, you can drive my car Yes, I'm gonna be a star Baby, you can drive my car And maybe I'll love you I told that girl that my prospects were good And she said, "Baby, it's understood Working for peanuts is all very fine But I can show you a better time" Baby, you can drive my car Yes, I'm gonna be a star Baby, you can drive my car And maybe I'll love you Beep-beep, beep-beep, yeah Baby, you can drive my car Yes, I'm gonna be a star Baby, you can drive my car And maybe I'll love you I told that girl I can start right away When she said, "Listen, babe, I got somethin' to say I got no car and it's breaking my heart But I've found a driver and that's a start" Baby, you can drive my car Yes, I'm gonna be a star Baby, you can drive my car And maybe I'll love you"
🎶 the drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain...but this bitch doesn't know she has a Caca Stain.....🎶 la dee dada da ... la dee da .I've got to pee...I'm out. 🤣
She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well-acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy Working overtime A soap impression of his wife which he ate And donated to the National Trust I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Down to the pits that I left uptown I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Happiness is a warm gun (bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Happiness is a warm gun, momma (bang, bang, shoot, shoot) When I hold you in my arms (ooh, oh, yeah) And I feel my finger on your trigger (ooh, oh, yeah) I know nobody can do me no harm (ooh, oh, yeah) Because Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun (happiness, bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Well, don't you know that happiness is a warm gun momma? (Happiness is a warm gun, yeah)
Hi Silver Delta... Doing some research when I bumped into you. Love your pickin' and singin' and eclectic selection of songs. Love your tattoos and crazy hair, too. Both done with finesse and a touch of subtlety.
Wow, what a beautiful beautiful version, Alice! I loved it! Great job, again! Oh, just to mention, I fell in love with your song First Flight to Mars, it's in my list of the greatest songs ever written!
Wow~. I'm not sure what you've done, but it's fascinating and amazing. What a great composition. What fascinating instruments. Even your guitar is used so creatively. I've seen a dozen of your videos and I never expected this! Please let me know if you have other wild creations - (although I love your simple ones too!). Great work. So interesting.
Thank you! Most of my videos are closer to a live execution, but if you prefer something more “complete” you can check out the two single I released “Dancing Inside” and First Flight to Mars” 💚 Thank you for listening!
