All the way down Let it ride Trying everything now Gotta check it out Got to get off! Out on the street The summer heat Boys playing games Changing their names

We're gonna rock this country Every brown eyed boy every blue eyed girl Right out of this world Ah oo na na na C'mon, c'mon let's get something started C'mon, c'mon let's start something now Gotta really go psycho-give it a whirl I woke up this morning

I've come so far, I won't turn away Let go of the past and live for today No, I never said it was easy We're starting over again Oh, you fucking gotta believe me We nearly fell off the edge Circled by the wolves Circled by the wolves, they want me dead

Oh, Saturday Sun I met someone Ba-ba, ba-ba Ba-ba, ba-b-ba-ba Out on the West Coast I gotta get back, I can't let this go Don't care what it costs No ray of sunlight's ever lost I've been undone

Give me a ticket for an airplane My baby she wrote me a letter Oh ,the lonely days are gone I'll be right home She wrote me a letter Said she couldn't live with out me no more Listen to me mister I gotta get back to My baby once more

(now baby tell what you wanna do with me) Let me take you to a place nice and quiet There ain't no one there to interrupt Ain't gotta rush I just want to take it nice and slow See I've been waiting for this for so long We'll be makin' love until the sun

Gotta be above it And I know that I gotta be above it now And I gotta bide my time as a face in the crowd And I cannot let them all just bring me down I'll just close my eyes and make so that all the things don't affect me now And I know that I can't let

And you can let your hair down, eh But you gotta keep your head up, oh I know it's hard, know it's hard To remember sometimes Keep your head up, oh Oh, you'll turn out fine Fine, oh, you'll turn out fine You gotta keep your head up, oh, The sun will

Hit it up, get it up, won't let you rest Hit it up, get it up, this is not a test Hit it up, get it up, gotta give me your best So get your ass up, show me how you Burlesque We say, hey, here come the ladies 'bout to give a little show Underneath the

Let's put that boot to the pedal, aw, that pedal to the metal We ain't gotta settle for the same old sames It's called leaving for a reason, mistakes are made for making We don't know which hell we go Roads we've never taken Bucket seats, bucket lists