I believe you Mr. Wilson. I believe the things you say. And I'm always thinking of you. When I hear your music play And you know it's true. That Wales is not like California in any way. And
John - You never need to doubt it. Lorde - I'll make you so sure about it. Chris Martin - God only knows what I'd be without you. Brian Wilson - If you should ever leave me. Florence Welch - Well life
Do what John?Do what John?Come again do what?Do what John?Do what John?Do what?Do what?Do what?Do where John?Do where John?With what, with whom and when?Triffic, really triffic!Pardon?Come again?
Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye, I could see it. And he stuttered sometimes. And he needed a girl friend night times. Didn't know how to go about it. Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson. . All
Wilson. Chorus. Hey girl, How you doin'. My name is Charile, last name Wilson. I was wonderin' if I could take you out. Show you a good time, invite you to my house. Here is my number, girl you can
Saw a flea kick a tree. Fooba wooba, fooba wooba. Saw a flea kick a tree. Fooba wooba John Saw a flea kick a tree. In the middle of the sea. Well, John, ho, John. Fooba wooba John Saw a rat
She said, "Dear John, I'm moving on. By this time I'm gonna be long gone. Dear John, c'est la vie, dear John. So long, you've seen the last of me" I don't want her back, I won't even try. This time
Time 258 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap. Producer brian wilson/russ titelman. Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios. Brian wilson/eugene landy I
name is Charlie, last name Wilson. I was wonderin' if I could take you out. Show you a good time, invite you to my house. Here is my number, girl you can call me. And don't forget it baby, the name
Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye, I could see it. And he stuttered sometimes. And he needed a girl friend night times. Didn't know how to go about it. Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson. . All
wouldn't care. We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives, ride round pickin' up clues. We'll name our children Jackie and Wilson, 'raise em on rhythm and blues Lord it'd be great to find a place we could escape
