: (Waits/Brennan/Linkous) Oh mother I want a dog I want a little dog I saw a little dog His name is happy Well this is me ... ... old ... I could be
(Waits/Brennan/Linkous) Oh mother I want a dog I want a little dog I saw a little dog His name is happy Well this is me ... ... old ... I could be a
Tradução: Waits, Tom. Por perro.
(Waits/Brennan/Linkous) Oh mother I want a dog I want a little dog I saw a little dog His name is happy Well this is me ... ... old ... I could be
: (Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress Wearing your
: (Tom Waits) Hang on St. Christopher Through the smoke and the oil Pumpin' iron around the scene Let the radiator boil Got no back down shift And a
(Tom Waits) Hang on St. Christopher Through the smoke and the oil Pumpin' iron around the scene Let the radiator boil Got no back down shift And
it, cause we servin it. However you want it, Bitch. [Helleva - Verse 3] Anytime you ready, I could while out or I could be calm an deadly, Im like oh dog an menace Like tom
To himself... I think I know Why... He took down the Tire swing from the Peppertree He has no children of his Own you see... He has no dog And he has
William Butler Yeats in jeans Got up to play guitar and sing In some join in Mission Beach last night At the door sat Tom Waits In a pork pie hat and
crank case nail a crow to the door get a bottle for the jockey gimme a 294 there's a 750 norton bustin down january's door hang on st. christopher on
livin' in the palm on the grace of your hand World's not easy the blind man said Turns on nothin' but money and dread Dog's been scratchin' at the door
in the bathroom of a Texaco With a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4 Well ,he left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door He left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door
the dog tonight Putting on the dog tonight Putting on the dog I've been p...putting on the dog Putting on the dog Putting on the dog Putting on the dog
(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress Wearing your sunset
William Butler Yeats in jeans Got up to play guitar and sing In some join in Mission Beach last night At the door sat Tom Waits In a pork pie hat
