Say yeah (yeah) Clap your hands just a little bit louder Just one more time when I come by Everybody say yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah Just a little bit of sou-ou-ou-ou-oul Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I know, that-a, yeah

All I need is love One day I'm up, the next I'm down One day you're here, the next you're gone And I'm just a little bit I'm just a little bit lonely And I'm gonna pull through To shake off the blues I need your sweet, sweet love To get me on my feet

We're gettin' off today We'll pick you up and take you away Get down tonight Smokin', Smokin' We're cookin' tonight, just keep on tokin' I feel alright, mamma I'm not jokin', yeah We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock-n-roll You gotta let

Shitted on 'em, Man I just shitted on 'em Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em Put your number two's in the air if you did it on 'em All these bitches is my sons And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids

Just a little bit of your heart Just a little bit of your heart is all I want Just a little bit is all I'm asking for I don't ever ask you where you've been And I don't feel the need to Know who you're with I can't even think straight but I can tell You

Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby Why you, why you, why you checking, if you're over it Why you, why you say, "Let go," if you're still holding it? And I'm say I'm okay but I guess I'm a liar You say you're okay but I saw that you liked

And your love is the best thing that I got And it’s only just begun, but it’s never gonna stop I know sometimes it seems like I I'm just a little bit behind I get back on the beat and you know it So what if I just wanna be a little bit out of my mind I

Sometimes we sing, sometimes we play, sometimes we scat But most of all it's how you feel about the groove A little jazz is just a bit of this and that And when it's groovin', how the groove makes you move Jazz music sprouted rock and roll It was the

Just sing little darling, sing with me I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June If you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too No, I'm not asking much of you Oh the bitter winds are coming in And I'm already missing the summer Stockholm's cold but I've been

If that sun would have just Hung up in that sky Just a little bit, yeah Just a little bit longer She might have stayed forever And never ever left these arms Had a little more summertime If those blue water waves