Okay This It
It Seems To Me That I Need A Break From You, From Myself
It Don't Matter No More Now Who's To Tell
Everybody May Think I'm Wrong
But I'm The One Who'll Be Laughing 'till The Break-o-dawn
Gotta Plan, His Name Is Stan
Believe It Or Not He Dealt Me A Real Good Hand
Well You Know I Don't Mind Where This Plane May Take Me
'Cause I Ain't Got No Worries, I'm Ready
Gotta Run, Gotta Get Away
Come Back On Another Day
Tomorrow Ain't So Far Away
I'll Be Smooth Like Butter Baby
Hey Man! Here I Am
Away From The City
And Its Urban Sounds
Snap Shot! Feet In The Sand
Can't Stop Laughing Even When The Sun's Gone Down
Some Say This Way
I Guess I'll Make My Mind Up On Another Day
So Stan, What's The Plan?
Have You Come Around
To Deal Me Another Hand?
Well Ou Know I Don't Mind The Walking
And I Certainly Don't Mind The Running