Yo los amo por qué aunque pase el tiempo y las voces maduren, me trasmiten la misma alegría, esa es la diferencia de ser únicos. Los quiero, muchísima suerte.
THE BALLAD OF SEYMOUR BETTER TIMES Seymour was a work of art, always getting into trouble Never met a lass he didn't love, never loved a lass that didn't have a hubba hubba hubba hubba Seymour wasn't very smart, so he soon got a reputation A list of suitors with reservations to send him on a permanent vacation He said, I will live to fight another day I'll sing a song and soon be on my way My journey may be long before I'm done So won't you play the drums Seymour met a girl named Phil, Phil was sweet as honey She liked fancy things but Seymour didn't have no money money money money Soon she stole his heart And acquired a knack for thieving So when the coppers broke down the front door Seymour was outback leaving leavin' leavin' leavin' I will live to love another day I'll sing a simple song to ease my pain My journey may be long to sweeter shores So won't you play the horns On the road to a better place Bells ring, birds sing Nightly dreaming of those pearly gates How long must we roam 'til I can go home Seymour got it in his head to change his sinful ways Become a man of the cloth No longer would he stra-ay-ay-ay But on his way to church, seymour received a sing A messenger from the good Lord In red high heels with blue-oo eyes He said, I will praise the Lord in my own way And revel in his creation everyday My journey may require me some grace So let the choir sing On the road to a better place Bells ring, birds sing Nightly dreaming of those pearly gates How long must I roam 'til I can go home
