What It Is

by At the Drive-In

there's a purpose, there's a goal,
there's a virtuos, and immoral,
there's a reason for all of this,
and I don't know what it is

I am one, and plural too,
I accept them but they exclude,
I could make sense of all of this,
but I don't know what it is

the seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind,
the beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find, so
I don't know what it is

there's a beginning, and there's an end,
there's a climax, some would contend,
there's a way to signify this,
but I don't know what it is

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What it is

by B5

(chorus)
We took the fo's off the chevy
And we sat it on those sixes (sixes)
lipstick on them rims got them rims blowin kisses (kisses)....
they know what it is...
yall know what it is...
he know what is is...
she know what it is

twenty rubber bands you could get your self a pigeon (pigeon)...
bring another band get yourself a pound a midget (midget)...
they know what it is...
yall know what it is...
he know what is is...
she know what it is

(verse 1)
26s shirts on a 71 chevelle
like im ridin carosel
shawty i cant parallel,
they say shawty give em hell..
shwaty ima give em hell, quarter milly worth her jewelry like that boy cant even care bout no money bout no hoe, bout no car,
bout no clothe
boy u better hold your nose cuz im shitting on your nose keeps a Louie bag for what?, bitch i been had swag,
i got 50 thou. cash in a brown Kroger bag.

(chorus)
We took the fo's off the chevy and we sat it those sixes (sixes)
lipstick on them rims got them rims blowin kisses
(kisses)
They know what it is...
yall know what it is...
he know what is is...
she know what it is
Twenty rubber bands you could get your self a pigeon (pigeon)
Bring another band get yourself a pound a midget (midget)
They know what it is...
yall know what it is...
he know what is is...
she know what it is

(verse 2)
My chain is worth a mansion nd my wrist is worth a lambo But im livin in a mansion and im ridin in a lambo
Bunch a gangstas like sopranos
White keys like pianos
And im lookin for a bitch that wants to join me in a porno
Hello darlin how ya doin? Thats yo man you need to lose him, he aint doin what im doin.
My doors tall like Patrick Huen.
Urkel purple pass the kush straight from Oakland it just flew in
If i bust the package open you would think i started brewin.

(chorus)
We took the fo's off the chevy and we sat it those sixes (sixes)
lipstick on them rims got them rims blowin kisses
(kisses)
They know what it is...
yall know what it is...
he know what is is...
she know what it is

Twenty rubber bands you could get your self a pigeon (pigeon)
Bring another band get yourself a pound a midget (midget)
they know what it is...
yall know what it is...
he know what is is...
she know what it is

(verse 3)
And its a trend you better follow
money runnin like a lotto every bitch in here a model sayin ballin is my motto thats the truth
and you can swallow what i said or take a hollow
me im in that monte carlo
zoe up in that murcielago Lamborghini
got these breezies trippin fiendin that they need me jus to see me
or be wit me in they vicky c bikini
but i really aint that needy if you wanna kick it wit me grab that kush and one them bleezies
pour a glass of that martini

(chorus)
We took the fo's off the chevy and we sat it those sixes (sixes)
lipstick on them rims got them rims blowin kisses (kisses)
They know what it is...
yall know what it is...
he know what is is...
she know what it is

Twenty rubber bands you could get your self a pigeon (pigeon)
Bring another band get yourself a pound a midget (midget)
They know what it is...
yall know what it is...
he know what is is...
she know what it is

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What It Is

by The Beatles

(McCartney)
You are what it is that makes the world go around for me.
You are what I need, you make me feel good about myself.
You see, I love you so much, I can never do without your touch, I'm like a busy honeybee.
I'm always hungry for it, how could anyone ignore it, surely everybody will agree.

That you are what it is that makes the cloud roll around the sky.
Oh yeah, you got what it takes, you make me proud to be who I am.
You see, I love you so much, I can never do without your touch, I'm like a busy honeybee.
I'm always hungry for it, how could anyone ignore it, surely everybody must agree.

That you are what it is that makes the world go around for me.
Yeah, you got what I need, you make me feel good about myself.
Well, you are what it is that makes the world go around for me.
Yeah, you got what I need, you make me feel good to be myself.

You see, I love you so much, I can never do without your touch, I'm like a busy honeybee.
I'm always hungry for it, how could anyone ignore it, surely everybody must agree.

That you are what it is that makes the world go around for me.
You make the world go around for me,
yeah, you make the world go around, world go around, world go around for me, you're what it is.

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What It Is

by Prince

Intro:
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh-uh-uh
What it is
I-I-What it is
I-I-What it is
And-and-I-I-what it is

First Verse:
What it, what it
What it does
What it ???
I’ve been watchin’ you from over here on the inside of the club lookin’ at’chu all through that
Smoke
What do you drank, -drank
Little Patron, a little Grey Goose, a little Hennessey
But when I see you, all my girls like “What do you—
“Thank?”
“How do you feel, -feel?”
Butterflies running all up and down my chest but he’s so hot to death and I’m Sophia Fresh and that’s
Real
What am I suppose to do?
Get up and walk to a th-iz-ug and act like a man is steppin’ cute
Nah, I’mma step like

Hook:
Yeah (What it is, with ya?)
Have you ever been down wit a female from the hood?
She can really make you feel good an’ make you sang
Hop in a Maserati, baby boy, we can roll
All I really wanna know is…
What it is (Uh huh)
What it is (Uh huh)
What it is (Uh huh)
What it is (Hey-ey)
What it is
What it is (Hey-ey)
What it is
What it is (Huh-uh-uh-uh)

Second Verse:
Tch, whatever
Huh, check this out
What it is ???
What it is du-dude?
I see you in your C-A-D-I
Double L while the A-C blows so
Cule
How does it ride –ride?
24s on the back wit a fifth 24 on the back
Twenty hits on a ??? truck back up to a
Glide
Super high from the ground
I feel like I’m an alien in a UFO
Somebody better beam me up back on down
What else am I suppose to do?
Get up an’ walk to a th-iz-ug and act like a man is steppin’ cute
Haha, I’mma step like…

Hook:
Yeah (What it is, with ya?)
Have you ever been down wit a female from the hood?
She can really make you feel good an’ make you sang
Hop in a Maserati, baby boy, we can roll
All I really wanna know is…
What it is (Uh huh)
What it is (Uh huh)
What it is (Uh huh)
What it is (Hey-ey)
What it is
What it is (Hey-ey)
What it is
What it is (Huh-uh-uh-uh)

Kanye West’s Rap:
Uh, I don’t need no little ass
I need a ghetto ass
Girl wit a little car that can make it cross town wit just a little gas
I know when we first met
You was a little guest
But you wanna keep your swag
So you was holdin’ back
Yo’ little brotha luv me
He say “Keeze got some fresh clothes”
Yo’ grandmother luv me ‘cause I always dress in dress clothes
I can switch yo’ dress code
Change your life like “Presto”
I am like that ?????-????? engine, you just press “Go”
Why –why you ac’in’ like you ain’t impressed for?
Oh, see, why you listen to the press, though?
I-I-ain’t fitta ‘splain my life up on no Larry King ‘cause when I show her that thing, she say
“That explains everything”
“Everything”
“That just changed everything”
Easy on her name ring
Easy with her chain bling
Yea I throw Barack-a, but
Baby, you get my vote
Love a ghetto girl
With more ass than the models
(See-see-see I did the-the skrewed up shit myself)
(I didn’t put no effect, no – you know)

Hook:
Yeah (What it is, with ya?)
Have you ever been down wit a female from the hood?
She can really make you feel good an’ make you sang
Hop in a Maserati, baby boy, we can roll
All I really wanna know is…
What it is (Uh huh)
What it is (Uh huh)
What it is (Uh huh)
What it is (Hey-ey)
What it is
What it is (Hey-ey)
What it is
What it is (Huh-uh-uh-uh)

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What It Is

by Before Their Eyes

Uh.
Uh.
Yup.

[Chuck:]
Yo mike!

[Mikey:]
What it is yo?
I'm just chilling like a villain.
Grindin daily.
Cause I can't get a 9 to 5.
So I rhyme, I rock.
Ya dig?
You don't it's cool.
I take ya to school.
That's what I do.
Yo Chuck!

[Chuck:]
I-I-I Rock.
If you don't think so,
Nigga kick rocks.
Read the time on the clocks.
Da boom on box. You like us?
Homie that's hogwash.
Boombox on my shoulder.
And she started walking over.
Like yo.
Looked me up and down.
If looks could kill.
Then she'd be in jail.

[Mikey:]
Well I hope you got the keys.
She got me as well.
But I wanna let her out.
Cause she gets ill.

[Chuck:]
Um, but I get iller.
Freeze, now take my picture.

Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)
Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)
Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)
Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)
Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)
Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)
Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)
Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)

[Mikey:]
I got a 5.0, GT that is.
Drop top roof.
With the Dayton's on the wheels.
Got bass in the back.
Back to the front.
I can hit a switch.
Make the trunk lift up.
Let me hop in.
Let me lace my kicks.
Then flip the Sidekick.
Peek my options go down the list.
Like mmm... not that one.
Maybe tomorrow but that's after.
I find out just what shes after.
If it's dough then she gotta get gone.
She never get a call.
Like broken phones.

[Chuck:]
And I suppose that she gonna call me.
I take her and her I'll take all three.
But the truck that I'm in only got two seats
And I'm in one.
So you know what that means.

[Mikey:]
That means it's decision time.
Hop in the women line.
If it's 9, I'm takin 7UP
Like lemon lime.
To the penthouse.
So it's two left fa you Chuck

[Chuck:]
I ain't got no penthouse.

[Mikey:]
We party on the rooftops.
Brand new Blazers.
That came from Malaysia.
Grab your turntable and smack the DJ up.
If he don't play us
We rock it till the AM.
So you niggaz better wake up.

Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)
Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)
Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)
Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)
Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)
Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)
Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)
Yeah. (C’mon.) Yup. (C’mon.)

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What It Is

by Bif naked

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- [4x]
Uh, how you feelin y'all (I'm feelin fine) -- [4x]
A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- [2x]
Uh, how you feelin y'all (I'm feelin fine) -- [2x]

Yo, this is the way it's goin down
We come in compound releasin double-rounds in hound
Like Keith ?Senses? you defend techniques and on match
When I begin to draw back, cover up your cardiac
'Cause I'ma rush ya, when I penetrate feel the pressure
The critical perfectionist, rhythmic expressionist
We comin deadly y'all ever in
And you'll be scared to pick the mic up again
Lyrically you on the level of "Green, Eggs and Ham"
Your best bet is fold 'cause I gots a bigger hand
Plus I'm steppin like a monster so go-go and scram
You ain't experienced, you lucky if you ride the ambulance
'Cause when you dealin with fool Will is quite fatal
Shape-shiftin rubbers like Play Dough
Your rhymes are anal and we ain't got no time to play
No games, put the mic down, boy, try not to say no
More than rhymes 'cause you duplicate like Kinkos
You're a carbon copy with the wrinkles
You actin like a nigga that be rhymin in a Pringle commercial
But you can wear it in rehearsal

[Chorus:]

No need to front, that's what it is
I gotta get into you
Oh, I gotta show you what it is
Gotta get into you

Strong communicator called the Black Eyed Peas
Hard illustrator co-coordinate with ease
And duplicator crew, we put em all on freeze
Lock em in the cell, then throw away the keys
Another lost identity in disease
Entity with a so-called MC enemies
Will decrease when I step into your sceneries
Of course now you off course lost up in the source
I'm running out of time, this no time for no scrimmage
Aristorate the diamonds and replace it with the real image
Picture that, I know where I'm at
I know where I'm going and I'll be back
With a stronger impact lyrics be intact
Get you intoxicated when black attack
With the full-force pressure, hard to measure
On a rate, whack MC's won't prevail
On a dream of makin dream braggin about infrared beams
But it seems all they really pullin is pullin them schemes
I take it back to the essense of hip-hop
Never will I stop with my beat-box

[Chorus]

Can you feel it
Hmm, I gotta get into you
Oh, I'm gonna show you what it is
I wanna get into you

No need to front, that's what it is
I gotta get into you
No need to front, that's what it is
I wanna get into you

[Repeat]

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What It Is

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- [4x]
Uh, how you feelin y'all (I'm feelin fine) -- [4x]
A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- [2x]
Uh, how you feelin y'all (I'm feelin fine) -- [2x]

Yo, this is the way it's goin down
We come in compound releasin double-rounds in hound
Like Keith ?Senses? you defend techniques and on match
When I begin to draw back, cover up your cardiac
'Cause I'ma rush ya, when I penetrate feel the pressure
The critical perfectionist, rhythmic expressionist
We comin deadly y'all ever in
And you'll be scared to pick the mic up again
Lyrically you on the level of Green, Eggs and Ham
Your best bet is fold 'cause I gots a bigger hand
Plus I'm steppin like a monster so go-go and scram
You ain't experienced, you lucky if you ride the ambulance
'Cause when you dealin with fool Will is quite fatal
Shape-shiftin rubbers like Play Dough
Your rhymes are anal and we ain't got no time to play
No games, put the mic down, boy, try not to say no
More than rhymes 'cause you duplicate like Kinkos
You're a carbon copy with the wrinkles
You actin like a nigga that be rhymin in a Pringle commercial
But you can wear it in rehearsal

[Chorus:]

No need to front, that's what it is
I gotta get into you
Oh, I gotta show you what it is
Gotta get into you

Strong communicator called the Black Eyed Peas
Hard illustrator co-coordinate with ease
And duplicator crew, we put em all on freeze
Lock em in the cell, then throw away the keys
Another lost identity in disease
Entity with a so-called MC enemies
Will decrease when I step into your sceneries
Of course now you off course lost up in the source
I'm running out of time, this no time for no scrimmage
Aristorate the diamonds and replace it with the real image
Picture that, I know where I'm at
I know where I'm going and I'll be back
With a stronger impact lyrics be intact
Get you intoxicated when black attack
With the full-force pressure, hard to measure
On a rate, whack MC's won't prevail
On a dream of makin dream braggin about infrared beams
But it seems all they really pullin is pullin them schemes
I take it back to the essense of hip-hop
Never will I stop with my beat-box

[Chorus]
No need to front, that's what it is
I gotta get into you
Oh, I gotta show you what it is
Gotta get into you

(music)

Can you feel it
Hmm, I gotta get into you
Oh, I'm gonna show you what it is
I wanna get into you

No need to front, that's what it is
I gotta get into you [4x]

What It Is

by Hank Williams

Youre never lonely
Youve always got me
Im never sorry
For things done willingly

Youre goin all the way to the top
You always know just What It Is
Hold on baby just dont stop
You always know just What It Is

Youre the same person
The same as me
So why cant I stop thinking about you
And why cant believe what I see

Youre never lonely

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what it is

by Clannad

I can see you hitting me
But I'm not always forward thinkin'
I tell you what you want to hear
It depends on what I've been drinkin'

Cuz everything I do or say
Makes it hard for you to stay
We both know What it is

Now-a-days we talk to much
Like your forgetting all the good shit
You decide whats wrong wit me
I always used to let you say

But now I like to think out loud
Your runnin' wit some different crowd
We both know what it is

I dont know you anymore
Supposed to be that man
That I live my life by
And your attitude become a bore
And I'm so tired I cant even cry

Mr Ultra sensitive
I'll never let myself forget you
Messed each other up you know
So Im sorry if I upset you

tomorrow is another day
So I'll call you cuz thats OK
We both know what it is

I dont know you anymore
Supposed to be tha man
That I live my life by
And you're attitude become a bore
And I'm so Tired
I can't even cry

Relationship dosen't remain
We resonate on different planes
I could cut you down again
If you were like all other men
If you were like all other men
I know that I could cut you down again
But my friend ,but my friend

I dont know you anymore
Supposed to be tha man
That I live my life by
And your attitude become a bore
And I'm so tired I cant even cry

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What It Is

by Keane

Give it up to this time full of strife
Get down, you might be fucking with the song of life
Extend your deeper senses, there will be no fight
At the never ending ocean of perfect insights
'Round your molecule beam with a halo of light
The animated aura will give delight
Soon, your every single worry will be out of sight

With the power of It, we are about to astound
All your preconceptions, they will come unbound
"Listen very close," my inner voice expounds
"We are the human race, and we groove to the sound"
Yes, we deliver the truth to our musical birth
A soul shocking sound with electrify the earth
People have to know that it's not about money
Cash is not the way to make your life sunny
There is no need if you got the soul seed
Love, life and peace, it can only begin
When you know in your heart that the change is within
Love all your brothers and love all your sisters
Love all the missus and love all the misses
And don't be shy when you're sharing your kisses
Greed, jealousy gets boos and hisses

What it is, what it is, so much to be found
What it is, what it is, groove down to the sounds
What it is, what it is, what it is in a song
What it is, what it is, you can do no wrong

Balance your life with the right kind of foods
To eat a sad cow is to eat another you
Well, that's an unfair rap, it's unforgivably rude
It'll put your Karma in the worst of moods
Someone's drinking booze and taking too many ludes
'Cause when you cop, don't you cop an attitude
And that's an ugly thing, it's not the real you
So please y'all, take some sound advice
Be yourself, clear your mind, make a sacrifice
The always sober you is especialy nice

Don't loot, don't shout, give comet the boot
I love it kickin' back and playin' my bamboo flute
Refuse to fight wars for political whores
Unsurpassed peace lines the salt water shores
It is my notion that the perfect peace potion
Can be found in the wake of the green sea ocean
The long rocky swells of the mighty blue ocean
Is the cradle of peace, it's the perfect peace potion
There you will find it, with sweet sea creatures
The smile of a dolphin is a built-in feature
We will learn much peace will the whale as your teacher
"Good morning class, how very nice to meet you"

What it is, what it is, so much to be found
What it is, what it is, groove down to the sounds
What it is, what it is, what it is in a song
What it is, what it is, you can do no wrong

Open up your hearts to the planets; to the stars
With your spirit take a trip from Venus to Mars
You know, Einstein did while Hitler hid
Now, Albert lives forever in every single kid
But, with Adolf Hitler, we are permanently rid
Picasso, Mister Dali and my man, Jimi Hendrix
These cool brothers make the world go 'round
Yeah, they do it with art, and Jimy did it with sound
But, by all these men, it was found
Each and every person can be just as renowned
Don't let the world's racist creeds give your pretty face a frown
Stand up for equal rights, I mean buckle down
Go spread the word from town to town
We are the human race and we groove to the sounds

Now that you've heard what it is in a song
From here on in, you can do not wrong

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What it Is

by Boyce Avenue

As we move forward towards the new millennium
We will no longer communicate with vocal inflections
It will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis
We will open your mind and concentrate harder
Focus, focus, focus, focus
Hey brother, what it is

[Verse 1]
Raps like Star Wars
Only the stars die, it's no sequels
B-3 cases, C3P0's
Before Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em
We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams
Understand an underground bomb-cipritate
Get serious or die laughing like John Ritter
Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good
Breathe easy, relax
Mac like Fleetwood
Keep snoring
Keep sleeping, I'll keep touring
Come back, lay in the cut like Neosporin
Came out of the fallopian blastin'
Pharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians fastin'
Flies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out
Niggas want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out
See this is not American Idol
This is me tryin' to eat, human survival
Spit at your favorite rapper, take his title
Stick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital
This ain't that
I'm not them
These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him
This is more like cocaine all night
Shine like the new five halogen fog-lights
No
More like sunshine
One line in your mind to remind you of when you were nine
Before you were bustin' cherries it wasn't necessary to grind them
Now we all on our grizzly
And you got the nerve to press Frisbees
What it is

What it is

[Verse 2]
If I'm not home on the range
Catch me at the range, practicing my aim
Gat you in your brain, shame
They thought I was backpacks
Slept, didn't know that he kept inside the knapsack
Today's niggas do skate-by-hits
Run in your crib on some Queer Eye for the Straight Guy shit
But not homosexuals they master in gunplay
Rearrange your furniture, fix your feng shui
They be swearin' it's cute
But a B up in the glovebox, cutter in the boot
With the sex appeal, and no ice either
To fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either
When they see me they say That's that nigga
My last name should be That's that nigga
Sounds kinda nice, Pharoahe that's that...
Never catch me with them plastic cat fast niggas
With the flow that's so influential
Niggas fucked up they get no instrumentals now
Next time you spittin' on mine
Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes
What it is

What it is

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What It Is

by the strokes

The drinking dens are spilling out
There's staggering in the square
There are the lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters and the queues
Everybody’s looking for
Somebody's arms to fall into
And it's what it is
It's what it is now

There's the frost on the graves and the monuments
But the tavern is in worm in town
People curse the government
And shovel the hot food down
The lights are out in city hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it all
The legless and asleep

And it's cold on the tollgate
With the wagons creping through
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it's what it is
It's what it is now

The garrison sleeps in the citadel
With the ghosts and the ancient stones
High up on the parapet
A Scottish piper stands alone
And high on the wind
The highland drums begin to roll
And something from the past just comes
And stares into my soul

And it's cold on the tollgate
With the Caledonian blues
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
And it's what it is
It's what it is now

There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick
There's a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours
On Charlotte Street I take

A walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick
Is still in search of Little Neil
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
Oh it's what it is
It's what it is now

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What It Is

by Ten Years After

The drinking dens are spilling out
There's staggering in the square
There's lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters and the queues
Everybody's looking for - Somebody's arms to fall into

And it's what it is - It's what it is now

There's frost on the graves and the monuments
But the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government - And shovel the hot food down
The lights are out in the city hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it all
The legless and asleep

And it's cold on the tollgate
With the wagons creeping through
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you

And it's what it is - It's what it is now

The garrison sleeps in the citadel
With the ghosts and the ancient stones
High up on the parapet
A Scottish piper stands alone
And high on the wind - The highland drums begin to roll
And something from the past - just comes and stares into my soul

And it's cold on the tollgate
With the Caledonian blues
Cold on the tollgate
God knows what I could do with you

And it's what it is It's what it is now
And it's what it is It's what it is now

Solo:

There's a chink of a light, there's a burning wick
There's a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours

On Charlotte Street I take a walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick - Is still in search of Little Nell

And it's what it is - It's what it is now
Oh it's what it is - It's what it is now

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What it is

The drinking dens are spilling out and staggering in the square,
there's lads and lasses falling about and a crackelling in the air
then around the dungeon doors there's shelters in the queues,
everybody's looking for somebody's arms to fall into

It's what it is. That's what it is man

Here's frost on the graves and the monuments but the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government and shovel hot food down
Lights are out in cityhall, the castle and the keep
moon shines down upon it all, the legless and the sleepless

Cold on a tollgate where the wagons creeping through
Cold on a tollgate God knows what I can do

Hmm that's what it is, it's what it is now

The garrison sleeps and the citadel with the ghosts and the ancient stones
High on the parapet the Scottish pipers stands alone
High on the wind the howling runes speak of the rule
And something from the past just comes and stares into my soul

Cold on a tollgate where the Caledonian moves
Cold on a tollgate God knows what I can do with you

That's what it is, it's what it is now
What it is, it's what it is now now now

There's a chink of light as a burning wick
there's a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with the candle sticks still writing songs in the mean wee hours
On Charlotte Street they take a walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick is still in search of little Nell

That's what it is, it's what it is now
What it is, it's what it is now now now

What It Is

by britney spears

Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole,
n'aria serena doppo na tempesta!
Pe' ll'aria fresca pare gia na festa...
Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole.

Ma n'atu sole
cchiu bello, oje ne'.
'o sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te!

Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne,
me vene quase 'na malincunia;
sotto 'a fenesta toia restarria
quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne.

Ma n'atu sole
cchiu bello, oje ne'.
'o sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te!

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What It Is

by Robert Lopez and Jeff Marx

The drinking dens are spilling out
There's staggering in the square
There's lads and lasses falling about
And a crackling in the air
Down around the dungeon doors
The shelters in the queues
Everybody's looking for
Somebody's arms to fall into
And it's what it is
It's what it is now

There's frost on the graves and the monuments
But the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government
And shovel hot food down
The lights are out in city hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it all
The legless and asleep

And it's cold on a tollgate
With the wagons creeping through
Cold on a tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And It's what it is
It's what it is now

The garrison sleeps and the citadel
With the ghosts and the ancient stones
High up on the parapet
A Scottish piper stands alone
And high on the wind
The highland drums begin to roll
And something from the past just comes
And stares into my soul

And it's cold on a tollgate
Where the drums beat the tatoo
Cold on a tollgate
God knows what I could do with you
And It's what it is
It's what it is now
What it is
It's what it is now

There's a chink of light
There's a burning wick
There's a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours
On Charlotte Street I take
A walking stick from my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick
Is still in search of Little Nell
And it's what it is
It's what it is now
Oh it's what it is
What it is now

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