WILKINSON, Manda ver, Sr. Braithwaite!(cantado)Ninguém nasce pra estarSó num

har aldrig ville gi' jagten fri på KongeslettenNår jeg

Timon & matataEr de klogeste ordHakuna matataKloger' end du

name is Paul Rothenberg, Attorney at Law...And I hereby ratify

I know"Spanish Harlem" are not just pretty words to

jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the bandPretty eyed,

remember when rock was youngMe and Suzie had so

my hand and lead the wayOut of the darkness

Soon the pines will be falling everywhereVillage children always fighting for

a constant struggle getting up that hillThere's a change

hear you singing, "I Shall Be Released"Like a chainsaw

Dear BillyI must seem a distant memoryWhich is probably a good

weary and I'm staying up lateAnd the rain hits

you've been away cavortingMatters here have moved apaceNow I need

have I come to this?How did I slip and fall?How

Ei, novo mundoAqui eu vou!Com meu companheiroE mais algunsPioneiros do maximumCom

I once knew all the answers, I stood on certain groundA

Written by George and Ira GershwinFrom Four Weddings and a Funeral

matin de ta vie sur la planèteÉbloui par le

Maybe, you're always maybeMaybe, maybe I love youMy thanks jaunty for