So give me the hard stuff (hard stuff) Oohh, yeah Anybody can be in love on a sunny day Anybody can turn and run when it starts to rain And everybody wishes all the skies were blue But that ain't the kind of love I'm looking to have with you So give me the hard stuff The kind that makes you real I'll be there when the storm comes Cause I want the hard stuff When they're throwing sticks and stones We can cut each other to the bone I'm never gonna give you up Cause I want the hard stuff (hard stuff) Yeah I want the hard stuff (hard stuff, yeah) My god knows I'm not the man that I want to be And we all know there's things in this life we refuse to see So just know my fire for you will always burn And please forgive the things in this life that I have to learn So give me the hard stuff The kind that makes you real I wanna be there when the storm comes Cause I want the hard stuff When they're throwing sticks and stones We can cut each other to the bone I'm never gonna give you up Cause I want the hard stuff (hard stuff, oh) No, we won't have to wonder Oh, you won't have to wonder If we're ever going under No, we're never going under No, we're never going under Cause I want the hard stuff The kind that makes you real I wanna be there when the storm comes Cause I want the hard stuff (I want the hard stuff) When they're throwing sticks and stones Cut each other to the bone (break each other to the bone) I'm never gonna give you up Cause I want the hard stuff (hard stuff, oh) Yeah I want the hard stuff (I want the hard stuff, yeah) Yeah I want the hard stuff Give me the hard stuff Give me the hard stuff I want the, inn-inn I want the hard stuff So give me the hard stuff

Par, ley, par, ley I can't get enough of that funky stuff I can't get enough of that funky stuff I said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah" I can't get enough of that funky stuff I can't get enough of that funky stuff I said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah" Daa dii daa dii daa, daa dii daa dii daa Daa dii daa dii daa, daa dii daa dii daa Daa dii daa dii daa, daa dii daa dii daa Daa dii daa dii daa, daa dii daa dii daa I said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah"

Well, me an' my lady had our first big fight So I drove around till I saw the neon light Of a corner bar, and it just seemed right So I pulled up Not a soul around but the old bar keep Down at the end an' looking half asleep But he walked up, an' said, "What'll it be?" I said, "The good stuff" He didn't reach around for the whiskey He didn't pour me a beer His blue eyes kinda went misty He said, "You can't find that here" 'Cause it's the first long kiss on a second date Momma's all worried when you get home late And droppin' the ring in the spaghetti plate 'Cause your hands are shakin' so much An' it's the way that she looks with the rice in her hair Eatin' burnt suppers the whole first year An' askin' for seconds to keep her from tearin' up Yeah, man, that's the good stuff He grabbed a carton of milk an' he poured a glass An' I smiled an' said, "I'll have some of that" We sat there an' talked as an hour passed Like old friends I saw a black an' white picture an' it caught my stare It was a pretty girl with bouffant hair He said, "That's my Bonnie Taken 'bout a year after we were wed" He said, "Spent five years in the bar" When the cancer took her from me But I've been sober three years now 'Cause the one thing stronger than the whiskey Was the sight of her holdin' my baby girl The way she adored that string of pearls I gave her the day that our youngest boy, Earl Married his high school love An' it's a new tee-shirt saying, 'I'm a Grandpa' Bein' right there as our time got small An' holdin' her hand, when the good Lord called her up Yeah, man, that's the good stuff He said, "When you get home, she'll start to cry" When she says, 'I'm sorry,' say, 'So am I An' look into those eyes, so deep in love An' drink it up 'Cause that's the good stuff That's the good stuff

La-la-la-la-lasagna You want-a some-a lasagna, magnifico Or a-maybe spaghetti Ay, you supper's a-ready now, where you go Mama mia bambino Mama mia bambino, 'samatta you 'Samatta you, 'samatta you You should-a taste my lasagna Ay, you no like-a lasagna That's okay too How about-a calzone Some-a nice minestrone, at's good for you Have-a some marinara Have-a some marinara, I know you like I know you like, I know you like La-lasagna La-lasagna La-lasagna Would you like some-a zucchini Or-a my homemade linguini, it's hard to beat Have-a more fettuccini Ay, you getting too skinny, you gotta to eat Ay, mange, mange Ay, you-a pass the lasagna A-don't you get any on ya, you sloppy pig Have-a more ravioli You-a get roly poly, a-nice and-a big Like you cousin Luigi Luigi, Luigi, capisce paisan Capisce paisan, capisce paisan La-lasagna La-lasagna La-lasagna La-lasagna Hey! Hey! Whoo! Ha ha

Hey Lucy, I'm home Oh Ricky, you're so fine You're so fine, you blow my mind Hey Ricky, hey Ricky Oh Lucy, you're so fine You're so fine, you blow my mind Hey Lucy, hey Lucy Oh Ricky, you're so fine You play your bongos all the time Hey Ricky, hey Ricky Oh Lucy, you're so fine How I love to hear you whine Hey Lucy Hey Ricky You always play your conga drums, you think you got the right You wake up little Ricky in the middle of the night Stop shakin' your maraccas now and just turn out the light Ricky I'm sick of Fred and Ethel always coming over here 'Cause Fred eats all our pretzel sticks and then he spills his beer Why don't you serve your casserole and make them disappear Lucy Oh Ricky, what's a girl like me supposed to do? You really drive me wild when you sing your babalooo Oh Lucy, you're so dizzy, don't you have a clue Well, here's to you Lucy I love you too Lucy, too Lucy, let's babaloo Lucy Hey Ricky You're always playing at the Club, you never let me go I'm begging and I'm pleading but you always tell me no Oh, please honey please, let me be in your show Ricky You always burn the roast and you drop the dishes too You iron my new shirt and you burn a hole right through You're such a crazy redhead, I just don't know what to do Lucy Oh Ricky What a pity, don't you understand That every day's a rerun and the laughter's always canned Oh Lucy I'm the Latin leader of the band So here's to you Lucy Let's babaloo Lucy, too Lucy Everbody rumba! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

I, man, am Regal, a German am I Never odd or even If I had a Hi-Fi Madam, I'm Adam Too hot to hoot No lemons, no melon Too bad I hid a boot Lisa Bonet ate no basil Warsaw was raw Was it a car or a cat I saw? Rise to vote, sir Do geese see God? Do nine men interpret? Nine men I nod Rats live on no evil star Won't lovers revolt now? Race fast safe car Pa's a sap Ma is as selfless as I am May a moody baby doom a yam Ah Satan sees Natasha No devil lived on Lonely Tylenol Not a banana baton No X in Nixon O stone, be not so O Geronimo, no minor ego "Naomi" I moan A Toyota's a Toyota A dog, a panic, in a pagoda Oh no, Don Ho Nurse, I spy gypsies, run! Senile felines Now I see bees, I won UFO tofu We panic in a pew Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo God, a red nugget, a fat egg under a dog Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog