| Song | Living Proof |
| Artist | UFO |
| Album | The Visitor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Rock this down | |
| Ruff this place | |
| I see sugar all over your face | |
| She jives softly | |
| She jives mine | |
| She make love like a capital crime | |
| Hand me down my shiny shoes | |
| And mohair suit that’s news | |
| I’m giving up my weekend | |
| I’m fixing up a fuse | |
| Give me up molasses | |
| Put me on the roof | |
| Call me Barumba | |
| I’m a living proof | |
| Shake Shake | |
| Shake this town | |
| I jump willy | |
| I jump mine | |
| I jump baby she can spin on a dime | |
| Cool her up or you can cool her down | |
| She move me crazy | |
| She do the brown | |
| Murder of crows | |
| The laying on of hands | |
| Driving the dead zone | |
| With no map or plans | |
| Give me up molasses | |
| Put me on the roof | |
| Call me Barumba | |
| I’m a living proof | |
| Shake Shake | |
| Shake this town | |
| Walk any mountain | |
| I don’t care | |
| Big brown bear | |
| He ain’t going nowhere | |
| You made some sugar on it | |
| Show me the walk | |
| Give me that sweet southern talk |
| Rock this down | |
| Ruff this place | |
| I see sugar all over your face | |
| She jives softly | |
| She jives mine | |
| She make love like a capital crime | |
| Hand me down my shiny shoes | |
| And mohair suit that' s news | |
| I' m giving up my weekend | |
| I' m fixing up a fuse | |
| Give me up molasses | |
| Put me on the roof | |
| Call me Barumba | |
| I' m a living proof | |
| Shake Shake | |
| Shake this town | |
| I jump willy | |
| I jump mine | |
| I jump baby she can spin on a dime | |
| Cool her up or you can cool her down | |
| She move me crazy | |
| She do the brown | |
| Murder of crows | |
| The laying on of hands | |
| Driving the dead zone | |
| With no map or plans | |
| Give me up molasses | |
| Put me on the roof | |
| Call me Barumba | |
| I' m a living proof | |
| Shake Shake | |
| Shake this town | |
| Walk any mountain | |
| I don' t care | |
| Big brown bear | |
| He ain' t going nowhere | |
| You made some sugar on it | |
| Show me the walk | |
| Give me that sweet southern talk |
| Rock this down | |
| Ruff this place | |
| I see sugar all over your face | |
| She jives softly | |
| She jives mine | |
| She make love like a capital crime | |
| Hand me down my shiny shoes | |
| And mohair suit that' s news | |
| I' m giving up my weekend | |
| I' m fixing up a fuse | |
| Give me up molasses | |
| Put me on the roof | |
| Call me Barumba | |
| I' m a living proof | |
| Shake Shake | |
| Shake this town | |
| I jump willy | |
| I jump mine | |
| I jump baby she can spin on a dime | |
| Cool her up or you can cool her down | |
| She move me crazy | |
| She do the brown | |
| Murder of crows | |
| The laying on of hands | |
| Driving the dead zone | |
| With no map or plans | |
| Give me up molasses | |
| Put me on the roof | |
| Call me Barumba | |
| I' m a living proof | |
| Shake Shake | |
| Shake this town | |
| Walk any mountain | |
| I don' t care | |
| Big brown bear | |
| He ain' t going nowhere | |
| You made some sugar on it | |
| Show me the walk | |
| Give me that sweet southern talk |