And now I got a taste of my own medicine All this shit that I do to women It may be crazy, we all suckers for somethin' Oh yeah, yeah, yeah We all suckers for somethin', yeah We all suckers for somethin', oh And if you feel the way I feel, you might fuck

Hey, ho, to the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall and wind may blow But there still be many miles to go Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain And stream that falls from hill to plain Better than rain or rippling brook Is a mug

Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? And now all my friends are gone I can still remember The words and what they meant As we etched

Mountains may fall The stars may all disappear Just to hear you say you're mine The only words I need to hear Oh oh, yeah So you say you've got your plans Well life's got its plans too Changes that come and go Come tomorrow, one never knows, oh

Let the dog roam, he found his way back Loyal to the soil, I never change that We go way back, I can take you way back (You're all that I need to get by) (Oh, oh, oh, oh) You're all I need to get by And we lie together, cry together And I swear I hope we

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

Nature's disappearing Man's a filthy creature Raping the land and water and the air Tomorrow may be too late Now's the time that you must be aware Polluted death is coming, do you care Garbage going nowhere Soon the dumps will spread to your front door

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'.

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

Smack that, all on the floor, Smack that, give me some more, Smack that, oooh. I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow. Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo. Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo. And possibly bend you over.