Ooh la la la la la Let's live in the moment Come back Sunday morning When you're gone Goodbye, so long, farewell A lie, oh well With that soul to sell I’ll see you when you get there

Ay ay ay ay iah ieh iah iah iah ioh Viendo el sol y el atardecer Sentados solos frente al mar Tu besándome y yo besándote Disfrutamos de un momento especial Yo quiero hacerte el amor Aprovechemos que ya se escondió el sol

Qu - ak -ak - ak - Qu - ak - ak - ak Qu- ak - ak - ak - ak - aak Wir Fröschelein, Wir Fröschelein Wir sind ein lustiger Chor Wir haben ja, wir haben ja, Kein Schwänzlein und kein Ohr Und kommt der Storch, und kommt der Storch Dann hüpfen wir ins moor,

Oh no don't talk about it We made these promises You made these promises We'll make more promises We'll wait for promises No please don't talk about it It goes away

Everyday, everyday, everyday Oh, Oh, he give it to me He give it to me He giving me that good shit That make me not quit, that good shit La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la Everyday, everyday

Baby, please, don't go Turn your lamp down low You got me way down here Baby, please, don't go back to New Orleans Because I love you so Turn your lamp down low; my heart is beating so So, baby, please, don't go Made me weep and moan You made me weep and

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar Brother I'm hell on wheels Got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw Duct tape on that license

You're much better I wanna fight with Tear up the sky with Make up tonight with Oh, Oh, you're much better I wanna fight with you I get a rep for breakin' hearts

Oooooh oh oh oh, oh, nananana Oh, Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself