{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Sparks - When do I get to sing my way","author_name":"kustragabor","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/kustragabor","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/dalszoveg.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=466326&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/dalszoveg.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/dalszoveg.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=466326&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/dalszoveg.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":" SPARKS\r\n\"When Do I Get To Sing \"My Way\"\"\r\n\r\nNo, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them\r\nThey will just say \"who are you\"\r\nIs that a question or not, and you see that the plot\r\nIs predictable, not new\r\nBut you're still stunned at the things you will do\r\n\r\nNo, no use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes\r\nOn a call to God knows who\r\nWhen all you feel is the rain and it's hard to be vain\r\nWhen no person looks at you\r\nSo just be gracious and wait in the queue\r\n\r\nCHORUS:\r\nSo when do I get to sing \"My Way\"\r\nWhen do I get to feel like Sinatra felt\r\nWhen do I get to sing \"My Way\"\r\nIn heaven or hell\r\nWhen do I get to do it my way\r\nWhen do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt\r\nWhen do I get to sing \"My Way\"\r\nIn heaven or hell\r\n\r\nYes, it's a tradition they say, like a bright Christmas Day\r\nAnd traditions must go on\r\nAnd though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see\r\nIs my smiley face still on?\r\nSign your name with an X, mow the lawn\r\n\r\nThey'll introduce me, \"Hello, hello\"\r\nWomen seduce me and champagne flows\r\nThen the lights go low\r\nThere's only one song I know\r\n\r\nCHORUS\r\n\r\nThere, this home which once was serene, now is home to the screams\r\nAnd to flying plates and shoes\r\nBut I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years\r\nNot a moment I could choose\r\nAnd not one offer that I could refuse\r\n\r\nCHORUS","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/4\/6\/6\/_\/466326_91337_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"466326"}