Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

To the B, to the G To the B, to the G, here we go If you wanna go gaga Yeah, from Chi-town to France Yeah, we gonna do it, uh, Rhymefest and Air How you feel there? Rhymefest breathe this to 'em like fresh air On my Vespa looking like a real playa

The calamity makes it's way to the inside Ripping a hole through the air we breathe An apocalypse Encased in a shell, so beautiful I know we are feeling the same thing Spiral faster down Holding our breath now We're screaming without sound

In the jungle welcome to the jungle In the jungle, welcome to the jungle Watch it bring you to your n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n knees, knees Feel my, my, my serpentine Watch it bring you to your knees, knees Welcome to the jungle we've got fun and games We got

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord I've been waiting for this moment, all my life, oh Lord Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord Well, if you told me you were

How does it make you feel? So how does this make you feel? I am feeling very warm right now Please don't disappear I am spacing out with you You are the most beautiful entity that I've ever dreamed of At night I will protect you in your dreams I will be

Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I've seen the sunrise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love You know I like my chicken fried Well I was raised up

I feel like I've been living in A city with no children in it A garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside Of a private prison The summer that I broke my arm I waited for your letter I have no feeling for you now Now that I know you better I wish that

And it's just breaking my heart 'Cause she's not you But she's not you And when we're dancing It almost feels the same I've got to stop myself from Whisp'ring your name She even kisses me like you used to do Her hair is soft and her eyes are oh so blue