Yeah, I know it's a good life But I gotta keep moving Fall asleep in a comfort of nest The room is yellow and the windows are deadest white I smell the ghost of your dinner And the space heat is going like a miniature gate to hell I hear the dogs as I

Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers Best friends And not the other way around Racing through the city Windows down In the back of Yellow-checkered cars I wrote a goodbye note

I have, I hold the key, to nothing, it's a small Murder, murders in the hands, of motion, as It seems to be No more doors No more locks No more windows No more box

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Do we really know the way the wind blows? (Wind blows) Off in my head, lost off in my head Off in the red, dance, dance with the dead Are we really safe around our shadows? (Shadows) Through our windows Ooh, aw man, I can't believe this is happening (Ah

We went to the beach And we went to the beach Every year, the middle of June We crammed into that Astro van Tighter than a can of sardines We fought in the back And dad got mad And mama rolled the windows down "Y'all smell the salt of the beach?"

Work in a little sunshine overtime Checking on out of that nine to five Sandy streets and the windows down Hair free in the breeze getting all unwound Jump in the water go weekend wild Get wrapped up in an old beach towel Break out tequila salt and the

I get it in 'till sunrise Windows rolled down screaming ah! Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid Number one hustla' gettin' money Why do you wanna count my money Doing ninety in a sixty five I'm a hustla' and I don't need them! One of them y'all see! I'm so paid

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a