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Ring ding ding daa baa. Baa aramba baa bom baa barooumba. Wh-wha-what's going on-on?. Ding, ding. This is the Crazy Frog. Ding, ding. Bem, bem!. Ring ding ding ding ding ding. Ring ding ding ding bem
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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?
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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
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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
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Bài hát We Are The Champions (Nhạc World Cup) - Crazy Frog. Crazy Frog Ding A Dang Dong We're The Champions. Chorus We are the champions my friend. And we'll keep on fighting 'til the end. we are the
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I believe I'm John Wayne. They call me John Wayne You know you've got it coming. I'll tell it to you straight. I'm coming for you very soon. I'll never hesitate I've come to measure you. I will
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Lost John standing by the railroad track. Waiting for the freight train to come back. Freight train come and it didn't stop. Lost John thought he'd have to ride on top. . Long, long lost John
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Music by elton john and bernie taupin. Available on the album blue moves instrumental
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Written by elton john. Released as a uk b-side in 1985 instrumental
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Dear John, I knew you about as well as anyone. We were the wild ones. So sure those days would never end. Now they're only memories my friend Dear John, I'll see you. Some day again I swear, I
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Are you sleeping brother John. If you feel like weeping brother John. Please won't you hear me brother John. I'll just wait and see brother John Can't you see by the will of your hand. You can
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Uhh, yo, uhh, uhh, uhh, yo, yo. John Blaze, John Blaze. Uhh, uh, huh, uhh, uhh. Mmm, hmm, mmm, hmm, yo. John Blaze, ehe, he, he Why can't I explain, explain?. (I explain, explain). And you keep
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Marilyn peint sa bouche. Elle pense à John. Rien qu'à John. Un sourire, puis un soupir. Elle fredonne une chanson Ni triste, ni gaie. Entre deux, trois interviews. Et du swing qui mousse. Dans
