Biografía:
He trick-or-treated at Liberace’s house, planned a two-day stay in Amsterdam that ended a month later with him escaping the city under the cover of darkness, and was Bob Hope’s favorite altar boy. Alone, these anecdotes go well with a fistful of peanuts at a cocktail party. But on top of these add that this person also co-wrote the longest-running song on the Billboard Top 100, had a debut solo album that earned three and a half stars in Rolling Stone
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Capo on IV
CHORUS:
G C G C
Baby i'm gonna have to give you up for Lent
G C
You took all my credit cards
G C
My money's been spent
G C
You took out my Mercedes
G C
And brought it home with a dent
G C D G
Baby i'm gonna have to give you up for Lent
G C
Well, ever since i've known you
D G
You've been pretty loose
G C
Especially when you get on
D G
The Wild Turkey and the juice
G C
I gave you enough rope
D G
To hang yourself with that noose
G F
i'm gonna send you to Morocco
C G
To go on and cook up some cous-cous
G
Hey, hey
CHORUS
You deserved my foot
But I gave you my hand
You asked for a boy
But I gave you a man
I took you to the beach
You said, "Ah, there's too much sand"
I'm gonna send you to Beijing
To go on and cook some moo goo gai pan
Hey, hey
CHORUS
You said you were bored
I said, "Hey, why not take up judo?"
You busted my collar bone
And you called me a puto
I thought you were intellectual
But you were just pseudo
I'm gonna send you to Acapulco
To go on and cook some menudo
Odelay!
CHORUS
CHORUS:
G C G C
Baby i'm gonna have to give you up for Lent
G C
You took all my credit cards
G C
My money's been spent
G C
You took out my Mercedes
G C
And brought it home with a dent
G C D G
Baby i'm gonna have to give you up for Lent
G C
Well, ever since i've known you
D G
You've been pretty loose
G C
Especially when you get on
D G
The Wild Turkey and the juice
G C
I gave you enough rope
D G
To hang yourself with that noose
G F
i'm gonna send you to Morocco
C G
To go on and cook up some cous-cous
G
Hey, hey
CHORUS
You deserved my foot
But I gave you my hand
You asked for a boy
But I gave you a man
I took you to the beach
You said, "Ah, there's too much sand"
I'm gonna send you to Beijing
To go on and cook some moo goo gai pan
Hey, hey
CHORUS
You said you were bored
I said, "Hey, why not take up judo?"
You busted my collar bone
And you called me a puto
I thought you were intellectual
But you were just pseudo
I'm gonna send you to Acapulco
To go on and cook some menudo
Odelay!
CHORUS
Steve Shane
Steve Stajich
Steve Tannen
Steve Taylor
Steve Taylor & T (...)