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Ross Gys - Flat tire of the Tourbus
(Verse 1)
In my too tight leather pants, I strut the stage tonight,
Mic stand towering, reaching for the dizzying height.
The bass player's late, but the show must go on strong,
Tour bus with a flat tire, but the rhythm's never wrong.
(Chorus)
We're rockin' and rollin', in a world of our own,
Too tight leather pants, but we'll never postpone.
With a mic stand too tall, we'll still sing our song,
Flat tire on the tour bus, won't keep us for long.
(Verse 2)
Sweat drips down my face, under the neon lights,
No time for worry, no time for despair,
We'll raise the roof higher, with every riff and snare.
(Chorus)
We're rockin' and rollin', in a world of our own,
Too tight leather pants, but we'll never postpone.
With a mic stand too tall, we'll still sing our song,
Flat tire on the tour bus, won't keep us for long.
(Bridge)
Through the chaos and the noise, we'll find our way,
In the heart of the music, where we'll always stay.
Too tight leather pants, a symbol of our fight,
With every beat, we'll conquer the night.
(Chorus)
We're rockin' and rollin', in a world of our own,
Too tight leather pants, but we'll never postpone.
With a mic stand too tall, we'll still sing our song,
Flat tire on the tour bus, won't keep us for long.
(Outro)
So let the amps roar, and the drums pound,
In our too tight leather pants, we'll dance around.
Though the road may twist, and fate may conspire,
We'll keep on rockin', higher and higher.
Dy La Der - Shuelezz Jazz
In a smoky jazz club, under neon lights,
A tale of woe unfolds on lonely jazz nights.
Lost shoes in the corner, where the saxophone moans,
Only socks remain, in a world of unknowns.
(Chorus)
Lost shoes, oh lost shoes, where did you roam?
Leaving socks behind, in this jazzy old home.
With a razor shaver out of batteries, no smooth shave in sight,
In the bluesy jazz groove, we'll dance through the night.
(Verse 2)
On the streets of the city, where the trumpets cry,
A melody of loss echoes under the sky.
With shoes gone astray, and socks feeling bare,
The rhythm still pulses, in the midnight air.
(Chorus)
Lost shoes, oh lost shoes, where did you roam?
Leaving socks behind, in this jazzy old home.
With a razor shaver out of batteries, no smooth shave in sight,
In the bluesy jazz groove, we'll dance through the night.
(Bridge)
Through the alleys and the lanes, where the shadows creep,
The melody of loss plays, in the silence deep.
With every note, a story untold,
In the jazzman's heart, memories unfold.
(Solo)
(Chorus)
Lost shoes, oh lost shoes, where did you roam?
Leaving socks behind, in this jazzy old home.
With a razor shaver out of batteries, no smooth shave in sight,
In the bluesy jazz groove, we'll dance through
