Wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, wee-oh, oh, oh Red light, green light Cause I'm ready to go, oh, oh, oh What you waiting for? Give me the green light And we gon' live it up Everybody take a shot Give me the green light, oh yeah Let's have a good time, let's go

Of this life And everybody hurts sometimes Hold on, hold on Everybody hurts Don't throw your hand When your day is long And the night The night is yours alone When you're sure you've had enough

Everybody's gonna move their feet Everybody's gonna leave their seat I feel uptight on a Saturday night Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light I hear my song and it pulls me through Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do

That's my prerogative Everybody's talking all this stuff about me Why don't they just let me live? (Tell me why) I don't need permission, make my own decisions (That's my prerogative) It's the way that I wanna live (It's my prerogative)

Everybody says "I love you" But not everybody lives "I love you" Without our past How will we know it's us? Love is not enought I could have hugged you more carefully And I suppose you could have been there for me But then again They say it's meant to be

All you got to do is get together and let the good times roll Hey everybody! Let's have some fun You only live but once And when you're dead you're done So let the good times roll, I said let the good times roll, I don't care if you're young or old, You

Everybody wants to live together Why can't we be together Umm you are still my brother I said no matter no matter what color Everybodys got to be together Umm why can't we live together Tell me why tell me why tell me why Tell me why tell me No more war

Live so fast, I never take a pause (oh, woah) No more talk, we're kicking down the doors Everybody saw me taking off (taking off) Fuckin' what they say, party hard (party hard) I wouldn't trade this life for anything, it wouldn't be the same (same)

Nobody's perfect! Everybody makes mistakes You live and you learn it! Nobody's perfect Everybody knows what I'm talkin' 'bout I gotta work it! I gotta work it! (work it!) And if I'm messing up sometimes Everybody knows what, what I'm talkin' 'bout

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's