I Am The Music Man / I Went To Kentucky / Billy Was A Biker Boy / I Went To The Animal Fair / Fee Fi Fo Fum-Rhymes 'n' Rhythm

I Am The Music Man / I Went To Kentucky / Billy Was A Biker Boy / I Went To The Animal Fair / Fee Fi Fo Fum

时间:2011-06-01

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I am the music man

I come from far away

And I can play

What can you play

I can play the piano piano piano

I can play the piano pia pia piano

I am the music man

I come from far away

And I can play

What can you play

I can play the clarinet clarinet clarinet

I can play the clarinet clari clarinet

I went to kentucky

The old kentucky fair

I met a senorita

With flowers in her hair

Oh shakin' shakin' shakin'

Shakin' if you can

Oh shakin' shakin' shakin'

Shakin' if you can

Round and round and round she goes

When she stops nobody knows

I went to kentucky

The old kentucky fair

I met a senorita

With flowers in her hair

Oh shakin' shakin' shakin'

Shakin' if you can

Oh shakin' shakin' shakin'

Shakin' if you can

Round and round and round she goes

When she stops nobody knows

Billy was a biker boy he brought a brand new bike

He rode it around the burial mount

That naughty little tike

Billy was a biker boy he brought a brand new bike

He rode it around the burial mount

That naughty little tike

I went to the animal fair

The birds and the bees were there

The big baboon by the light of the moon

Was combing his urban hair

The monkey fell out of his bunk

And slid the down the elephant's trunk

The elephant sneezed and fell on his knees

And what became of the monkey

Monkey monkey monkey monkey

Monkey monkey monkey

I went to the animal fair

The birds and the bees were there

The big baboon by the light of the moon

Was combing his urban hair

The monkey fell out of his bunk

And slid the down the elephant's trunk

The elephant sneezed and fell on his knees

And what became of the monkey

Monkey monkey monkey monkey

Monkey monkey monkey

Fee fie foe fum

I smell the blood of an englishman

Be he 'live or be he dead

I'll grind his bones to make my bread

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