Dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle To be so near you and not just hear you I think then maybe you'd see me, baby You'd be mine And you're only smiling When you play your violin Agnetha, Frida, dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle And we'd be together all

Break me down, I'm ready, break me down I know what you're thinking When the bass starts ringing Can you tell me when you're stoked to start? Are you ready for tonight, Set this shit on fire And we'll dance until we're dumb in the dark I won't forget

I don't wanna play games no more No more, no I don't wanna play no more I spent my 19th birthday in the hospital With my brother and my mum And I know it sounds dumb but I felt like I lost it all The pain's compulsory, suffering's optional Takeshi's

With the same old song About the same old love And the same old strum I may be country but I'm not dumb It goes on and on Now I love country music And I guess I always will But these days when I turn on the radio

Janie's got a gun Her dog day's just begun Now everybody is on the run What did her daddy do? Dumb, dumb, dumb, honey what have you done? Run away run away from the pain yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Run away, run away, run, run away Dumb, dumb,

Be your man I wanna hear you calling my name Like hey mama mama hey mama mama (Hey) Be my woman, girl, I'mma Be my woman, girl, I'll I love the dirty rhythm you play Banging the drum like dum di di dey I know you want it in the worst way Best believe

I was watchin’ cartoons on a Saturday morning And I heard daddy start the truck I came runnin’ from the house and waved him down 'Cause he was makin’ a run to the dump We watched the Bears and licked ice cream cones Take a little walk around I’ll never

Young, young, dumb and broke Young, dumb Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning, then the thunder, thunder Young, dumb, broke high school kids While we're young dumb Thunder, thun-thun-thunder, thunder Ya da da da da da da, ya da da da da da da Ya da da da

La la, di da da da dum Sing us a song tonight Oh, la la la, di da da Sing us a song you're the piano man Well we're all in the mood for a melody And you got us feeling alright It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old

My music at work Everything is bleak It's the middle of the night You're all alone and The dummies might be right No matter what you heard You feel like a jerk Avoid trends and cliches Don't try to be up to date