52nd Street
Billy Joel lyrics
Billy Joel lyrics
"Why Should I Worry Lyrics"
He Got So Much Soul (He Don't Need No Music) Lyrics
Man I had soul since I was negative three months old When it came to getting down I was bold Kicking steps until you had to put m
Man I had soul since I was negative three months old When it came to getting down I was bold Kicking steps until you had to put m
One minute I'm in Central Park
Then I'm down on Delancey Street
From the Bow'ry to St Marks
There's a syncopated beat
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm streetwise
I can improvise
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
I'm streetsmart
I've got New Yor
62. Hopscotch Lyrics
They call it hopscotch! Now this is where it all begins A piece of chalk and a boot-polish tin Hit the streets, no time to waitk City heart
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime
But I got street savoire faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just bebopulation
And I got street saviore faire
The rhythm of the city
But once you
They call it hopscotch! Now this is where it all begins A piece of chalk and a boot-polish tin Hit the streets, no time to wait
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime
But I got street savoire faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just bebopulation
And I got street saviore faire
The rhythm of the city
But once you
Miss Congeniality Lyrics
Little Miss Congeniality She's living in her own reality Her whole life is such a fallacy But still I let her make a fool of meet it down
Then you can own this town
You can wear the crown
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime
But I got street savoire faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just doopulation
And I got street saviore fai
Ev'rything goes
Ev'rything fits
They love me at the Chelsea
They adore me at the Ritz
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
And even when I cross that line
I got street savoire faire
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo (repeated)
Little Miss Congeniality She's living in her own reality Her whole life is such a fallacy But still I let her make a fool of me
Then you can own this town
You can wear the crown
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
I may not have a dime
But I got street savoire faire
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
It's just doopulation
And I got street saviore fai
Bad Day Lyrics
excuse me, but can you, uh, fuck you
reexcuse me, but can you, uh, fuck you
Ev'rything goes
Ev'rything fits
They love me at the Chelsea
They adore me at the Ritz
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
And even when I cross that line
I got street savoire faire
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo (repeated)