Home, home where I wanted to go You are, you are, you are And nothing else compares The lights go out and I can't be saved Tides that I tried to swim against Have brought me down upon my knees Oh I beg, I beg and plead, singing Come out of things unsaid

Sing, sing, sing, sing Everybody start to sing La dee da, ho, ho, ho Now you're singing with a swing And when the music goes around Everybody goes to town But here's something you should know Ho ho baby ho ho ho

Oops, baby, I love you Oops, my baby, you woke up in my bed Oops, we broke up, we're better off as friends Now I accidentally need you, I don't know what to do And when I think about the way you touch my body You've got me singing This could be my

'Cause we don't need Another pretty boy, singing pretty songs We country boys, doing country outlaw We need another Haggard, or Johnny Cash Somebody chewing tobacco, and whipping ass I need a preacher, I need a savior How about y'all? Can I get an

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled

Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat because You're gonna sing the words wrong Lady, running down to the riptide Oh, and they come unstuck Oh lady, running down

It's all I ever wanted 'Cause I (I), know (know) A summertime vacation song And you (you), know (know) Wherever we go you'll be singing along Like na, na na Summer love hanging in the air

Sun is shining Birds are singing Flowers are growing Clouds are looming and I am flying

I know it can't be right When Lenin was little All the birds in the forest were singing 'Man, this is it!' But now that he's older All the sailors in the heaver are screamin "Abandon Ship" But I just smile instead Of repeating what I said

Runnin' wild and solo Just as fast as thing goes, boy Give me some more She's my little rock star, man she knows it She's shooting whiskey singing 'Sweet Child of Mine', now She ain't into wine and dinin' Ridin' 95 sittin' shot gun pretty Turnin' this