The bartender said ya'll keep it down The party was goin' strong By the palm trees down at the tiki bar Right there in the Holidome We'd been sittin' there since happy hour Had the day off in Omaha And all those girls came in and they wanted to swim And

It's just I know Up in the womb, but you can feel it when I kick it, I know And you too must be rockin' with Lil Dicky, Bono It's like I hit the lotto I had to hit the wall though I couldn't see it for a minute Shit was hidden, Waldo They treat it like

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

That's it! (That's all!) We had fun! (We had a ball!) It was good while it lasted, But now I'm past it (It was sure!) It was sweet! Sure you swept me off my feet I miss you now and then,

The bartender said ya'll keep it down The party was goin' strong By the palm trees down at the tiki bar Right there in the Holidome We'd been sittin' there since happy hour Had the day off in Omaha And all those girls came in and they wanted to swim And

How green, how green was my valley? To be told of such hills To be held in such spots To behold such warmth Call to arms these harmonies! And in happy agony we sing Oh, your deeps and your shades Where the wild roses pray Such heat from pride

Dream baby, dream baby, dream baby All I had to do was Give me just a little bit longer Give me just a little bit stronger Give me just a little big longer Give me just one more try I said all I wanna do, is Come up in that coupe And the Wraith, it got

That wasn't love, that wasn't love, that was just hope 'Cause you had me so low, low, low You only seemed tall 'Cause you stunted my grow-grow-growth I only wanted you 'cause I couldn't have you Hard and heavy whiskey goodbyes Boy, you know how to make a

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me

I used to sleep at the foot of old glory And awake in the dawn's early light But much to my surprise when I opened my eyes I was a victim of the great compromise I knew a girl who was almost a lady She had a way with all the men in her life Every inch of