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

I'm gonna live on solid rock I want to live on solid rock I want to give I don't want to be blocked Well take a look at that I made a castle in the sand Saying this is where it's at you know Couldn't understand now If I realised that the chances were

Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, drooling over you The things you do That's cuttin' all into my time with you Are we still good? Are we still good? These days, I'm letting God handle all things above me The things I can't change

Yeah that’s the way a night should feel With the top laid back and the stars all shining Rockin’ to the radio, you in that short crop tank top dressed to kill One hand on you, one on the wheel We were rollin’ down an open road The way a night should feel

And we gon' rock this motherfucker (All night) Feel right in this motherfucker Feel good in this motherfucker My whole hood in this motherfucker Come on, come on Ladies and gentleman, give it up for Mystikal Calling all cars for the Prince of the South

I'mma one night stand, cuffing wasn't in the plans Until you came through, you was stunting with your friends You caught my eye, and we, we caught a vibe And then, I said let's ride, and you, hopped in my ride Yeah, yeah, girl that's right, huh You ain't

In rock we trust, it's rock or bust In rock n' roll we trust, it's rock or bust Are you ready We be a guitar band We play across the land Shootin' out tonight Gonna keep you up alrigh You hear the guitar sound

(We were) Born to rock Pull out all the stops Ooh-ooh-ooh And we scream Streets alive Something in the air We're writing up a brand new constitution

Well the blues had a baby and they named the baby rock & roll All you people, you know the blues got a soul Well this is a story, a story never been told Well you know the blues got pregnant And they named the baby Rock & Roll Muddy Waters said it, you

I’ll wait for you Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket I’m not gonna roll it no I’m not gonna smoke it 'Till we’re staring at the stars and the rockets Twinkling in the silvery night And though the sand may be washed by the sea And the old will be lost in