may not know itI don't always show itBut you're

kids, now I know you all know Dasher and Dancer

just came by to let you knowI'll never ever

is a house in New OrleansDown in the Vieux

the winding road toward the top of the mountainI

a rounder I can tell you thatShe can sing

through the years I go wondering once againBack to

is not at all like me, I never thought

open up my door to greet the early morning

just can't stand to see me happySeems you hurt

a little bit slow to catch onBut when I do,

can lose myself in the beauty of a songI

Budweiser you've created a monsterAnd they call him DrinkinsteinAnd the tavern

I should stayI would only be in your waySo

1: Vince I should stayWell, I would only be

can see you're disappointedBy the way you look at

Que sais-je encoreTout assailleTout mordNous lècheEt nous dévorePauvre LadyQue dire de

run, run, a-run, runRun, run, run, a-run, runRun, run, run,

say a woman's a fool for weepingA fool to

1: Dolly hills were alive with wildflowers, and IWas