Come Josephine in my flying machine Going up she goes! Up she goes! Balance yourself like a bird on a beam In the air she goes! There she goes! Up, up, a little bit higher Oh! My! The moon is on fire Going up, all on, Goodbye! Come Josephine in my flying

Annie are you OK? So, Annie are you OK? Are you OK Annie? I don't know! Are you OK, Annie? You've been hit by A Smooth Criminal He left the bloodstains on the carpet, uh! There's a sign in the window

Red dirt roads and big tire toys, Country girls and redneck boys, Carolina moon is big and bright, Sumter County Friday Night! Jeep tires burn my driveway black, Got my John Deere hat turned back. Brother says there's gonna be a fight, Sumter County

Lost in the middle of nowhere Where there is no cares Moonlight shining, county riding Counting the white lines as they blur by Till there's gravel on the ground Just you and me and the headlights glowing Not one bar on our phones We're young and the

Show me the way to your hiding place Yeah yeah yeah I think I wanna go go there I think I wanna go go go go there Summertime sadness I feel India in my bones I can smell sunlight I can feel the highline

Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Blue moon you saw me standing alone Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for Someone I really could care for And then there suddenly appeared before me The only

Our honeymoon Dreaming away your life Say you want me too We both know that it’s not fashionable to love me But you don’t go 'cause truly there’s nobody for you but me We could cruise to the blues Wilshire Boulevard if we choose Or whatever you want to do

I want it all, I want it all With eternal love, the stars above All there is and ever was A blade of grass, a grain of sand The moonlit sea, to hold your hand Baby, there's no better time No better time, baby, we can't find Oh-whoa-whoa, oh-whoa-whoa We

Let's face the music and dance Let's face the music and dance Soon we'll be without the moon, humming a different tune and then There may be teardrops to shed There may be trouble ahead But while there's music and moonlight and love and romance Before

Hopin' the sun will never come up And there'll be no compromise again. I'm diggin' a grave in the moonlight. I'm diggin' a grave where we laid. We're diggin' a grave in the moonlight. We're diggin' a grave where we laid.