• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Rat Pack - Sick Of It All
• Rat Pack - Bones Brigade
• When Your Lover Has Gone - Rat Pack
• What Kind Of Fool Am I - Rat Pack
• Too Marvelous for Words - Rat Pack
• The Lady Is A Tramp - Rat Pack
• She's Funny That Way - Rat Pack
• Goody Goody - Rat Pack
• Embraceable You - Rat Pack
• Chicago - Rat Pack
• Birth of the Blues - Rat Pack
• All The Way - Rat Pack
• You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You - Rat Pack
• Sam's Song - Rat Pack
• Please Be Kind - Rat Pack
• Pennies From Heaven - Rat Pack
• Out Of This World - Rat Pack
• Nancy - Rat Pack
• Mr. Bojangles - Rat Pack
• I Left my Heart in San Francisco - Rat Pack
• I Can't Give You Anything But Love - Rat Pack
• Hey There - Rat Pack
• Me And My Shadow (Live At The Villa Venice Night Club, Chicago, 1962) - Rat Pack
• Rat Pack - Rat Pack
• Where Or When - Rat Pack
• Rat Pack - Helltrain

You wanna jump me in the pack
Rat Pack, rat pack
My crew has got my back
Rat pack, rat pack
Been through this shit before
Rat pack, rat pack
Now you've got a fucking war
Rat pack, rat pack
I got my pride, glory's on my side
I got my pride, glory's on my side
See you alone you start to run
Rat pack, rat pack
Take your chances one on one
Rat pack, rat pack
I got my pride, glory's on my side

as I grow up a group of fiends are all I need
and 7 piles of wood so I can succeed
so no more cold stares, enough bad vibes
let's see some smiling faces, it's good to be alive
rat pack, we can be one!
rat pack, having fun!
rat pack, a scene wide crew!
rat pack, for me and you!
rat pack, so more tudes!
rat pack, we're brothers dude!
rat pack, it's been a while!
rat pack, since I've seen you smile!
this isn't society, this is me not a thought put in my head but something I believe
that we can all be one by a sacret bond
skating without heart you'll never progress
living without passion you'll only regress
so grab your board and sing with me
gleam the fuckin' cube if you want to be free!
skating in a tight line, let's drink some cokes and have a good time
kick in windows and busting heads
fuck with us and you'll be dead
it's time the good times had begun

What good is the scheming, the planning and dreaming
That comes with each new love affair
The dreams that we cherish, so often might perish
And leaves you with castles in air
When you're alone, who cares for starlit skies
When you're alone, the magic moonlight dies
At break of dawn, there is no sunrise
When your lover has gone
What lonely hours, the evening shadows bring
What lonely hours, with memories lingering
Like faded flowers, life can't mean anything

What kind of fool am I, who never fell in love?
It seems that I'm the only one I have been thinking of.
What kind of man is this? An empty shell, a lonely cell
In which an empty heart must dwell?
What kind of lips are these that lied with every kiss?
That whispered empty words of love that left me alone
like this?
Why can't I fall in love like any other man?
And maybe then I'll know what kind of fool I am.
What kind of clown am I? What do I know of life?
Why can't I cast away the mask of play and live my life?
Why can't I fall in love, till I don't give a damn?

just too marvelous, too marvelous for words
Like "glorious", "glamorous" and that old standby
"amorous".
It's all too wonderful, I'll never find the words
That say enough, tell enough, I mean they just aren't
swell enough.
You're much too much, and just too "very, very"
To ever be in Webster's Dictionary.
And so I'm borrowing a love song from the birds
To tell you that you're marvelous - too marvelous for
words.
(Musical interlude)
You're much - you're too much - and just too "very, very"
To ever be, to ever be in Webster's Dictionary.
And so I'm borrowing a love song from the birds
To tell you that you're marvelous;
Tell you that you're marvelous;

Frank:
How come we wear pants and we wear leotards?
Dean:
I don't know.
She gets hungry, for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesnt come late
Shed never bother, with people shed hate
Thats why the lady is a tramp
Doesnt like crap games, with barons and earls
Wont go to harlem, in ermine and pearls
Wont dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
Thats why the lady is a tramp
She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
Shes broke, but its ok
She hates california, its cold and its damp
Thats why the lady is a tramp
Doesnt like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Wont go to harlem, in lincolns or fords
Wont dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads

I'm not much to look at, I'm nothing to see
I'm just glad I'm living, lucky to be
I've got a woman who's crazy 'bout me
She's funny that way
I can't save a dollar, I ain't worth a cent
She doesn't holler, she'd live in a tent
I've got a woman, crazy 'bout me
She's funny that way
Though she loves to work and slave for me every day
She'd be so much better off if I went away
But why should I leave her?, Why should I go?
She'd be unhappy without me I know
I've got a woman who's crazy 'bout me