Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friends / Oh My My, artist - Bette Midler. Album song Live at Last, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 25.07.2005
Record label: Atlantic, Warner Strategic Marketing
Song language: English
Friends / Oh My My |
And I am all alone |
There is no one here beside me |
And my problems have all gone |
There is no one to deride me |
Ah, But you got to have friends! |
The feeling’s oh so strong |
You got to have friends |
Mmm, To make that day last long |
I had some firends but they’re gone, yeah |
Somethin' came and took them away |
And from the dusk 'til the dawn |
Here is where I’ll stay |
I got to stay, Woo! |
She called up the doctor |
To see what’s the matter |
He said, «Come on over.» |
I said, «Do I have to?» |
My knees started aching |
My wrists started shakin' |
When the doctor said to me |
Whoa, he said |
Oh my my, oh my my |
Can you boogie? |
Can you slide? |
Oh my my, oh my my |
You can boogie if you try |
Oh my my, oh my my |
You know it’s guaranteed |
To keep you alive |
Whoa, no no no no no! |
Now don’t make me go! |
The head nurse, she blew in |
Just like a tornado |
When they started dancin' |
I jumped off the table |
I felt myself reeling |
And as I was healing |
This is what he said to me |
Ow! |
Oh my my, oh my my |
Can you boogie? |
Can you slide? |
Oh my my, oh my my |
You can boogie if you try |
Oh my my, oh my my |
You know it’s guaranteed |
To keep you alive |
Can you boogie? |
Whoa, my my my my |
Mu mu my mu mu my mu mu my |
My my my |
Can I boogie? |
Can I boogie? |
Can I boogie? |
Can I boogie woogie? |
Can you boogie? |
Yes I can, yes I can, yes I can |
Can you boogie? |
Yes I can, yes I can, yes I can |
Can you boogie? |
Yes I can, yes I can, yes I can |
«Can I boogie? |
Can I boogie? |
What kind of asshole |
Question is that?. |
. |
.» |
Hello, Cleveland! |
Did ya' miss me? |
Good! |
How many of you thought we were |
Gonna do the entire show in the bed? |
How many of you were hoping |
We would do the entire show in the bed? |
I don’t do shows in bed no more, I’m an artiste |
Oh, now this hospital motif was suggested to me |
By my recent stay in a very plush |
Beverly Hills Medical Center |
Now many of you, may have heard |
That I was striken with apendicitis |
But I am here to tell you the truth, Cleveland |
And that is, that in a spasm of sisterly generosity |
I donated my tits to Cher! |
Oooh! |
And she was so glad to get 'em |
I can’t even begin to tell you! |
Oh Honey, we spared no expense for you this time! |
We did it all! |
We washed |
We showered |
We Shaved |
We FDS’d ourselves into a stuper! |
And why, why did we do all this? |
I’ll tell you why we did all this! |
On account of we heard, On account of we heard |
There was a depression goin' on out here |
And we all wanted to cheer you up |
But y’all, y’all don’t look to depressed |
Except for you honey, You look like shi-i-it! |