Keep on chooglin' Maybe you don't understand it. But if you're a natural man, You got to ball and have a good time And that's what I call chooglin'.

Shouldn't I be with you Pretending I don't care When you know as well as I Or just a second wind For the good old song that we use to call pretending What would you have me do Just turn and walk out on you And leave you standing there That would be

Marilyn Monroe and the Garden of Eden, Eden, never grow up, never grow old Just another rebel in the great wide open, on the boulevard of broken dreams And I learned everything I needed to know from John Cougar, John Deere, John 3:16 Everything I needed I'm a

Let it be forever heard Enthrone thyself, O Archuman O how thou shineth in the realm above As planets rumble when thou descended upon this globe To walk this Earth like a shimmering god We lost our Eden Eden to own the world Let it be forever know We lost our

Late last night, I went for a walk, Down by the river near my home. Couldn't believe, with my own eyes, And I swear I'll never leave my home again. I saw a man walking on the water. Coming right at me from the other side. Calling out my name; do not be

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

So, hello Mary Lou, goodbye heart Sweet Mary Lou, I'm so in love with you I knew Mary Lou, we'd never part Hello Mary Lou, goodbye heart Passed me by one sunny day Flashed those big brown eyes my way Ooh, I wanted you forever more I'm not one that gets

Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again Just about a year ago I set out on the road Seekin' my fame and fortune Lookin' for a pot of gold Thing got bad and things got worse I guess you know the tune Rode in on the Greyhound I'll be walkin' out if I go

Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like a ball When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call Good golly Miss Molly, sure like a ball From the early, early mornin' till the early, early night You can see Miss Molly rockin' at the house of blue

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden Eden just to sit outside your door There's something tragic about you