((( CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED LOVE )))

This thing called love I just can't handle it

this thing called love I must get round to it

I ain't ready

Crazy little thing called love

This (This Thing) called love

(Called Love)

It cries (Like a baby)

In a cradle all night

It swings (Woo Woo)

It jives (Woo Woo)

It shakes all over like a jelly fish,

I kinda like it

Crazy little thing called love

There goes my baby

She knows how to Rock n' roll

She drives me crazy

She gives me hot and cold fever

Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat

I gotta be cool relax, get hip

Get on my track's

Take a back seat, hitch-hike

And take a long ride on my motor bike

Until I'm ready

Crazy little thing called love

I gotta be cool relax, get hip

Get on my track's

Take a back seat, hitch-hike

And take a long ride on my motor bike

Until I'm ready (Ready Freddie)

Crazy little thing called love

This thing called love I just can't handle it

this thing called love I must get round to it

I ain't ready

Crazy little thing called love

*New Karaoke Song

((( NO MORE MR NICE GUY )))

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing

'Til they got a hold of me.

I opened doors for little old ladies,

I helped the blind to see.

I got no friends 'cause they read the papers.

They can't be seen, with me and I'm gettin' real shot down

And I'm feeling mean.

No more Mister Nice Guy

No more Mister Clean

No more Mister Nice Guy

They say, he's sick he's obscene

I got no friends 'cause they read the papers.

They can't be seen, with me and I'm gettin' real shot down

And I'm, I'm gettin' mean.

No more Mister Nice Guy

No more Mister Clean

No more Mister Nice Guy

They say, he's sick he's obscene

My dog bit me in the leg today

My cat clawwed my eyes

Mom's been thrown out the social circle

And dad has to hide

I went to church, incognito

When everybody rose, the Reverand Smith,

He recognized me,

And punched me in the nose

He said,

No more Mister Nice Guy

No more Mister Clean

No more Mister Nice Guy

He said, you're sick, you're obscene

No more Mister Nice Guy

No more Mister Clean

No more Mister Nice Guy

He said, you're sick, you're obscene

*New Karoke Song

((( ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST )))

Steve walks warily down the street

With the brim pulled way down low.

Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet,

Machine guns ready to go.

Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?

Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?

Out of the doorway the bullets rip

To the sound of the beat

Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust

And another one gone, and another one gone

Another one bites the dust

Hey, I'm gonna get you, too

Another one bites the dust

How do you think I'm going to get along

Without you when you're gone?

You took me for everything that I had

And kicked me out on my own

Are you happy, are you satisfied?

How long can you stand the heat?

Out of the doorway the bullets rip

To the sound of the beat

[Chorus]

Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust

There are plenty of ways that you can hurt a man

And bring him to the ground

You can beat him, you can cheat him

You can treat him bad and leave him when he's down

But I'm ready, yes, I'm ready for you

I'm standing on my own two feet

Out of the doorway the bullets rip

Repeating to the sound of the beat

[Chorus]

*New Karaoke Song

((( KING OF THE CARLTON )))

I don't care bout nufum!

I'm a' gonna learn dis dance

ALFONSO WAS GREAT

AND DESERVED TO WIN!!

IT WAS AMAZING TO SEE SOMEONE

WANT SOMETHING AS BADLY 

AS ALFONSO WANTED TO WIN!!


VERY INSPIRING

AND MOTIVATIONAL!!