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

Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight Well, we're gonna kill 'em, gonna stomp 'em tonight Yeah, we're gonna thrill 'em, gonna do 'em up right Oh, we're gonna take 'em, gonna give 'em a fright Are you ready for a hard time, are you ready for the ball to top

Bouncin' on the dashboardBoppin' to the beat To every bump in the road Every hole in the street Bought him at the Walmart Got 'em on sale The last one sittin' there dusty on the shelf It's just a tiny figurine But are we missin' what it means We got

Ooh, I'm locked and loaded, you'll get no respect Ooh, I'm locked and loaded in your hand, how you like it? I can see right through you, worthless man You seem to underestimate who I am 'Cause I'll break your face like Ooh, I'm locked and loaded in your

Baby, this ain't me I got up this morning And I put on my shoes I tied my shoes Then I washed my face I went to the mirror For to comb my head I made a move Didn't know what to do

Just like coca cola Summertime joy He tastes like coca cola do Is all around me I got me a brand new boy Who entertains me We lie on the beach And we mess up the sheets And it tastes like coca cola

Girl you're tearin' that dance floor up Let me see you do it in the bed of my truck You sure know how to shake it alright Let me see you do it in the Tennessee moonlight Woah, baby lets go down a little road nobody else knows Just me and you park on the

Every time we lie girl we're losing So why should we spend Saturday night alone, When I can call you on the phone, pick you up Make it up as we go along Pull and all nighter chasing that desire Sparks flying in her eyes like lighters (like lighters) Girl

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, I want you to play with my ding-a-ling! We got to do our alma matter, we must do our alma matter When I was a little bitty boy My grandmother bought me a cute little toy Silver bells hanging on a string She told me it was