Lirik Lagu Parade - Kimya Dawson
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
White man in white pants was dancingInside out and lost his assA little black girl on black rollerbladesFound his butt and picked it upAnd gave it back and said "hey pops,C'mon down we're having a parade!"
Everybody in this townIs turning brown, it's summertimeC'mon down we're having a paradeDon't answer your phone, let it singAnd join the orchestra of ringsThat will be our soundtrack for today
A million people realize there's better things to doThan wasting their whole lives being accessible to youLike throwing off their clothes and marching down the avenueSinging "i'm in new york city, don't I look so pretty? hey!"
Mike bloomberg and jesse jacksonSit in tompkins square relaxin'Reach a stalemate start another gameSarah jessica, tawana,And the indian jane fondaEating mr. softies in the shade
A big fat mama in a thongAnd a college girl with nothing onShare a laugh over a lemonadeSeven foot trannies trading tricksWith business men on pogo sticks'cause everyone's invited, hip hooray!
A million people realizing that realityIs much more real outside their door than it is on TVA plethora of specimens have taken to the streetSinging "i'm in new york city, don't I look so pretty? hey!"
It's summertime in new york cityAnd the people aren't just plain old prettyThey're hot as hell, I think I'm gonna faintEven the junkies and the hari krishnasAnd the guy who spray paints solar systemsOn the backs of plastic paper plates
It's so hot you could fry an eggOn the back of the pit-bull humping my legI kinda like it, what more can I say?'cept here comes hot dog in her wigShe's three times a lady, sweating like a pigThe sun is shining everything's okay
A million people realize a smile on someone's faceIs even more contagious than west nile or sars or aidsAnd what makes people smile more than a big paradeThrough the streets of new york cityWhere everyone's so prettyLife used to be so shittyBut it's summertime, summertime, summertime, wooooooooo!!!!!!
White man in white pants was dancingInside out and lost his assA little black girl on black rollerbladesFound his butt and picked it upAnd gave it back and said "hey pops,C'mon down we're having a parade,C'mon down we're having a parade,C'mon down we're having a parade,Woohoo! hey!!!"
Everybody in this townIs turning brown, it's summertimeC'mon down we're having a paradeDon't answer your phone, let it singAnd join the orchestra of ringsThat will be our soundtrack for today
A million people realize there's better things to doThan wasting their whole lives being accessible to youLike throwing off their clothes and marching down the avenueSinging "i'm in new york city, don't I look so pretty? hey!"
Mike bloomberg and jesse jacksonSit in tompkins square relaxin'Reach a stalemate start another gameSarah jessica, tawana,And the indian jane fondaEating mr. softies in the shade
A big fat mama in a thongAnd a college girl with nothing onShare a laugh over a lemonadeSeven foot trannies trading tricksWith business men on pogo sticks'cause everyone's invited, hip hooray!
A million people realizing that realityIs much more real outside their door than it is on TVA plethora of specimens have taken to the streetSinging "i'm in new york city, don't I look so pretty? hey!"
It's summertime in new york cityAnd the people aren't just plain old prettyThey're hot as hell, I think I'm gonna faintEven the junkies and the hari krishnasAnd the guy who spray paints solar systemsOn the backs of plastic paper plates
It's so hot you could fry an eggOn the back of the pit-bull humping my legI kinda like it, what more can I say?'cept here comes hot dog in her wigShe's three times a lady, sweating like a pigThe sun is shining everything's okay
A million people realize a smile on someone's faceIs even more contagious than west nile or sars or aidsAnd what makes people smile more than a big paradeThrough the streets of new york cityWhere everyone's so prettyLife used to be so shittyBut it's summertime, summertime, summertime, wooooooooo!!!!!!
White man in white pants was dancingInside out and lost his assA little black girl on black rollerbladesFound his butt and picked it upAnd gave it back and said "hey pops,C'mon down we're having a parade,C'mon down we're having a parade,C'mon down we're having a parade,Woohoo! hey!!!"
