My people back home This is for my people back home We're lighting one up, feel the love We wouldn't be here without ya Mix it strong, pour it out no doubt We're always thinking about ya Ain't gonna let you down Just wanna make you proud

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She says wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king She said wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king Listen everybody let me tell you 'bout the rock 'n' roll Feel that rhythm and it's really gonna thrill your soul She said come along with me, to a land of

You know your male's gonna get to you Come snow, rain, sleet, or hail 'Cause I'm a top flight, hold ya tight, get ya there by daylight Do ya right overnight male Let me be your male-man And I'll always come though There's no denying' Come rain or shine

Oh, living in the spotlight I think I'm gonna take flight Let me live 'til I die But I'ma be alright, I'ma be alright Oh, if it's too hot, too hot tonight Yeah, I used to care so much what people thought about me Now I really could give a fuck Now when I

Put your hands in the air One more time If you hear me out there I've been looking for you day and night Shine a light in the dark Let me see where you are 'Cause I'm not gonna leave you behind If I told you that you're not alone And I show you this is

Use me, I'm gonna give you control With the lights on And I'm nervous, can I trust you Trust me, while I take this off With the lights on, cause it turns me on If you're nervous, just let me show you And if I could just let go Forgive me it's the very

Don't die young, don't get old Hey, gonna shine like gold Take every turn on the winding road Give me your hand, baby, don't let go They say there's a light at the end of the tunnel But we're living on sweet dreams and neon signs We can run but there

Roll over Beethoven, roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news Roll over Beethoven, dig these rhythm and blues? Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ It's a jumping little record I want my

Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls Are you gonna take me home tonight? Ah, down beside that red firelight You make the rockin' world go 'round Hey I was just a skinny lad Never