It’s a kind of magic,
It’s a kind of magic,
A kind of magic,
One dream, one soul, one prize,
One goal, one golden glance of what should be,
It’s a kind of magic,
One flash of light that shows the way,
No mortal man can win this day,
It’s a kind of magic,
The bell that rings inside your mind,
It’s a challenging the doors of time,
The waiting seems eternity,
The day will dawn of sanity,
Is this a kind of magic,
There can be only one,
This rage that lasts a thousand years,
Will soon be gone,
This flame that burns inside of me,
I’m hearing secret harmonies
It’s a kind of magic,
The bell that rings inside your mind,
Is challenging the doors of time,
It’s a kind of magic,
A little bit of magic,
Give it to me,
This rage that lasts a thousand years,
Will soon be will soon be,
Will soon be gone,
This is a kind of magic,
There can only be one,
This rage that lasts a thousand years,
Will soon be gone,
A little bit of magic,
Magic, magic, magic, magic,
This rage that lasts a thousand years,
Will soon be will soon be,
Will soon be gone,
Will soon be gone

[45 King]
Let’s start the show off sisters ago look alive
The Queen Latifah the King of 45
Bringing a mixture of pure flavor
I make beats she rock rhymes so I gave a
A sample sound the she added a compound
Word this is for those who haven’t heard
A King and Queen combine minds and trample
Thos who oppose us here’s an example

[Queen Latifah]
It’s time to run, the King and Queen is on the set
The competition is petty and ready to step
To the first one, go ahead, rehearse one
I hope you don’t know you sound like the worst one
Rhymes are smoking, concentration can’t be broken
Queen Latifah’s outspoken
Use your imagination, picture this
Any male or female rapper trying to diss
Here for excitement and enticement
With my competitors killed I go build with my enlightenment
Teach the youth, feed the needy
Confident decendent of Queen Nefertiti
The mother of civilization will rise
Like the cream and still build the strong foundation
Secondary but necessary to reproduce
Acknowledge the fact that I’m black and I don’t lack
Queen Latifah is giving you a piece of my mind
A rhyme spoken by a feminine teacher
Rhymes I do employ, no time for slimy toys
I’m steady and stable and the label is Tommy Boy
Backed by The Unit, produced by The King
Perfection pressed with the style that we bring
For the hip-hop patients, this is a King and Queen creation

[45 King]
Technician, musical musician
I’m stating the facts, strictly non-fiction
In hip-hop, you wonder who’s in trouble most
Creativity, you get a double dose
How can you stop me? No, I put you to a test
The rhymes are Romeo (The beat’s a Juliet)
With topic blend, this makes me a hard one
Persevere, I’m here, gets taught one
Strength producer, I send you an ultimatum
Hardcore worldwide is how I take ’em
I rock, never hyperventilate
Others get tired, could use a commercial break
45 King, DJ Mark’s my alias
It takes a ton of MC’s to prevail against me
Just listen, I’m unstoppable
You want a mission? This one’s impossible
Beats rock all night with no curfew
My talent’s advanced, you haven’t a clue
How I do it, the smoothest loopest spare it
If the style fits, I wear it
Many attempts were made, none was recognized
45 King said sample soundified
I’m going to Wonderland to check, find out who’s next
You pretty good, but not quite a legend yet
Studio mixer, I got the formula
And said the man from self, I’m warning you
It’s my domain, just ask my chauffer
My ride’s equipped everything from a pool to a sofa
On top, it’s a usual act
Can’t wait to get down to 45 Studios
I’m into rap, but no urge to sing
I’m DJ Mark, 45, 45 King of Swing

I wake up in a sweat can’t sleep I’m soaking wet
I toss and turn the whole night through
I keep going in and out of time (ahh ahh)
I just can’t seem to bear my world without you there
You’ve gone back to the life you knew
But somehow I just can’t get back to mine (ahh ahh)


When you went away nothing I could say
Could ever bring you back to me
Your lipstick cherry red the hours in my bed
Still haunts my memory

Chorus:
A kiss in the rain on a dark afternoon
A heart so in pain cos’ love came too soon
A taste of her lips still lingers in vain
A sad souvenir of a kiss in the rain

He could offer more than long walks on the shore
My love for you was not enough
Girl I couldn’t keep the flame alive (ahh ahh)
Still when I close my eyes it’s you I visualize
Though I try to shout it out
Don’t you know these feelings still survive

Was it just a fling at temporary thing
I find the letters that you wrote
And though I set you free you’re still a part of me
The spell can not be broke

Chorus:
A kiss in the rain on a dark afternoon
A heart so in pain cos’ love came too soon
A taste of her lips still lingers in vain
A sad souvenir of a kiss in the rain

We’ve been up all night trying to figure it out
Trying to make it all make sense
We ain’t right and we ain’t wrong
We’re just on both sides of the fence
We can talk, talk, talk all night
But only thing will make it right

A kiss is worth a thousand words
When nothing else will do
To fix a broken heart I’ve heard
A kiss is worth a thousand words
A kiss is worth a thousand words

Now you’ve got your side and I’ve got mine
But we can’t make each other see
We’ve been round and round
Since the sun went down
Somehow we still disagree
So lay those angry words to rest
Let’s do what we do best

A kiss is worth a thousand words
When nothing else will do
To fix a broken heart I’ve heard
A kiss is worth a thousand words
A kiss is worth a thousand words

Just close your eyes
Dream about me and you
Just hold me tight
And let the love come through

A kiss is worth a thousand words
When nothing else will do
To fix a broken heart I’ve heard
A kiss is worth a thousand words
A kiss is worth a thousand words

A la orilla de un palmar
yo vi de una joven bella
su boquita de coral
sus ojitos dos estrellas

Al pasar le pregunte
que quien estaba con ella
y me respondi? llorando
sola vivo en el palmar

Soy huerfanita ?ah!
no tengo padre ni madre
ni un amigo ?ah!
que me venga a consolar

Solita paso la vida
a la orilla de un palmar
y solita voy y vengo
como las olas olas del mar

Soy huerfanita ?ah!
no tengo . . .

De toutes les langues
De toutes couleurs
Je comprends les mots
Que tu graves sur moi
En frissons de landes
En flots de chaleur
Au pays de ma peau
A la plume de tes doigts

Une terre ?trang?re
O? je suis chez moi
Une force, un myst?re
Tu es tout ?a pour moi

Un soleil qui m’inonde
Qui ?claire mes pas
Tu es comme un monde
Qui tourne juste pour moi

DI SEMUA BAHASA
SEMUA WARNA
KUPAHAMI KATA
YANG KAU UKIR INDAH>

NYANYI BEKU ANGIN
CAIRKAN SENGAT SURYA
DI TANAH DARAHKU
PENA DI JEMARIMU

Mon ultime barri?re
Mon dernier soldat
Quand je perds une guerre
Tu restes tout pr?s de moi

Comme une source d’eau pure
Tu coules sur moi
Pour soigner mes blessures
Tu seras toujours l?

De toutes les langues
DI SEMUA BAHASA
De toutes couleurs
SEMUA WARNA
Je comprends les mots
Que tu graves sur moi
YANG KAU UKIR INDAH

En frissons de landes
NYANYI BEKU ANGIN
En flots de chaleur
CAIR SENGAT SURYA
Au pays de ma peau
A la plume de tes doigts
PENA DI JEMARIMU

Tommy Still drives that ol’ pickup truck
He had back in high school
He says he won’t trade it in
‘Cause they don’t make ’em like they used to
His wife Donna’s got a picture of Elvis
By the clock in the kitched
Her hair and Clothes come back in style
Ever now and then
They made a promise on their wedding day
Nothin’s gonna take this feeling away
(Chorus)
Let the world turn
Let the years drift by
The fire will burn
In their hearts just as bright
Time may take it’s toll
But their love won’t grow old
And if they live to be a hundred and one
They’re still gonna die young
Tommy spent years fixin’ wheels and brakes
at the texaco on the highway
Donna kept the kids and did Permanent waves
At the beauty shop on fridays
It’s been forty years but who’d ever know
By the way they carry on
Just the same two kids as much in love
as the day they married on
They made a promise on there wedding day
Nothings gonna take this feeling away
(Chorus)
Gonna die young
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
They’re still gonna die young

(Mary Ann Kennedy/Kye Fleming/Rich Wayland)

Bobby still drives that old pickup truck
He had back in high school
Says he won’t trade it in
‘Cause they don’t make ’em like they used to
His wife Donna got a picture of Elvis
By the clock in the kitchen
Her hair and clothes come back in style
Every now and then
They made a promise on their wedding day
Nothing’s gonna take this feeling away

Let the world turn
Years drift by
The fire will burn in their hearts just as bright
Time may take it’s toll
But their love won’t grow old
And if they live to be a hundred and one
They’re still gonna die young

Bobby spent years fixin’ wheels and brakes
At the Texaco on the highway
Donna kept the kids
And did permanent waves
At the beauty shop on Fridays
It’s been forty years
But who’d ever know
It’s just the way they carried on
The same two kids as much in love
As the day they married on
They made a promise on their wedding day
Nothing’s gonna take this feeling away

Let the world turn
Years drift by
The fire will burn
And their hearts just as bright
Time may take it’s toll
But their love won’t grow old
And if they live to be a hundred and one
They’re still gonna die young
They’re gonna die young

I got a hundred and sixty acres in the valley
Got a hundred and sixty acres of the best
Got an old stove there that’ll cook three square
And a bunk where I can lay me down to rest.

Up at dawn to greet the sun
I’ve forgotten what a care or worry means
Head for home when day is done
With my pocket money jinglin’ in my jeans.
I?ve got a hundred and sixty acres full of sunshine
Got a hundred and sixty million stars above
Got an old paint hoss, I’m the guy who’s boss
On the hundred and sixty acres that I love!

Up at dawn to greet the sun
I?ve forgotten what a care or worry means
Head for home when day is done
With my pocket money jinglin’ in my jeans.

I?ve got a hundred and sixty acres full of sunshine
Got a hundred and sixty million stars above
Got an old paint hoss, I’m the guy who’s boss
On the hundred and sixty acres that I love!
Got an old paint hoss, I’m the guy who’s boss
On the hundred and sixty acres that I love!

Henry: There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,
There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole.

Liza: So fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
So fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it.

H: With what should I fix it, dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I fix it, dear Liza, with what?

L: With straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
With straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, with straw.

H: But the straw is too long, dear Liza, dear Liza,
The straw is too long, dear Liza, too long.

L: So cut it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
So cut it dear Henry, dear Henry, cut it!

H: With what should I cut it, dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I cut it, dear Liza, with what?

L: Use the hatchet, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Use the hatchet, dear Henry, the hatchet.

H: But the hatchet’s too dull, dear Liza, dear Liza,
The hatchet’s too dull, dear Liza, too dull.

L: So, sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
So sharpen it dear Henry, dear Henry, sharpen it!

H: With what should I sharpen it, dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I sharpen, dear Liza, with what?

L: Use the stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Use the stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, THE STONE!!!!

H: But the stone is too dry, dear Liza, dear Liza,
The stone is too dry, dear Liza, too dry.

L: So wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
So wet it dear Henry, dear Henry, WET IT!

H: With what should I wet it, dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I wet it, dear Liza, with what?

L: (moves her rocking chair over to Henry and sings fast)
With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, WATER!!!!!

H: With what should I carry it, dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I carry it dear Liza, with what?

L: (crying)
Use the bucket dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Use the bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, the bucket!

H: Uh, Liza????
There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,
There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole.

At this point Liza takes the chair and goes off to live with her mother which is probably what Henry wanted in the first place!