All we need is music, sweet music There'll be music everywhere Dancing in the street, oh Dancing in the street Ok, talk to you South america, australia, france, germany, uk, africa Calling out around the world Are you ready for a brand new beat Summer's

We were Jesus save me, blue jean baby Born in the USA Trailer park truck stop, faded little map dots New York to LA We were teenage dreamin’, front seat leanin’ Baby, come give me a kiss Put me on the cover of the Rolling Stone Uptown down home American

I don't believe it's true There is nothing better than you All that we've been through, there is nothing better than you All this talk about love, it's just a feeling It's just a feeling I let it all go I don't believe it, I don't believe it La di da di

Act a fool - don't need to Pissed off too and Breaking the rules Don't rock 'n roll But this is my american Mama told me stay in

Into a new dimension Can't you feel the tension ("Just lounge, you're in the danger zone" -- Erick Sermon) 8X What's the matter, feelin blue? Does this record bother you?? (Listen while they're comin man hurry up with the party dog shh be quiet) Enter a

Rattlesnake said to the copperhead Rattlesnake, Copperhead Either one of them'll kill you dead We stay hungry, they get fed And don't pass the plate around Lie by lie, cheat by cheat Venom in smiling teeth They just run those forked tongues And the whole

Mr. Misunderstood Mr. Misunderstood (I understand) (I understand) I'm Mr. Misunderstood Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes Sitting in the back of the class, I was just like you Always left out, never fit in Owning that path you're walking in

Well, I met this old woman She was hard as nails I think that she just come out Of the County jail But I loaned her some money Just to pay her rent If I would, she would put me In her last will and testament Well, I got lots of children

When love comes over you Then we'd go running on faith All of our dreams would come true And our world will be right When love comes over me and you Lately I've been running on faith What else can a poor boy do? But my world will be right

I can see the stars From America So open your eyes and see The way our horizons meet And all of the lights will lead Into the night with me And I know these scars will bleed But both of our hearts believe All of these stars will guide us home