Uh, I see 'em try but they can’t do what I do What I do, what I do, what I do Yeah, And I’m gon’ die before the day that I lose, That I lose, that I lose, that I lose Bitch I am the man mufucka, the man mufucka Bring the horns in like I am the band

We’re dancing on tables 'Til I’m off my face With all of my people And it couldn’t get better they say And it’s all out of tune Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong And it hits you when the lights go on We’re singing 'til last call Such a good

Of contention And the bone Our attention Our invention You pull your wire they stack the pyre we light the fire And you grabbed it by the hand

Hey, come on, come on Miss you, miss you, baby Miss you baby, miss you, baby I've been sleeping all alone 'Cause I miss you Miss you, baby, miss you, baby (What I feel) Miss you, baby (You should take what I take)

Give me everything tonight I want you tonight Tonight I want all of you tonight Let's do it tonight Don't care what they say Nothing is enough 'Til they handle love (let's do it tonight) I want you to stay Grab somebody sexy, tell 'em hey

Oh-oh-eh-oh-eh-oh Oh I can tell that tonight we're gonna feel like Kings of the world, ain't no way of stopping us We gotta taxi, party in the back seat Tonight, we're having a good time Being young and dumb and tudo, tudo bom Hey tudo, tudo bom, hey

If I recover, will you take me back again? I'm just another, trying hard to fit right in But my photographs remind me of who I used to be If only I could go back when I, I was me "One step at a time", they say "One trip, and you're back that way" I don't

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

These are honky tonk women Tryin' to give me, give me, give me their honky tonk blues It's the honky tonk women Yeah, they give me, give me, give me their honky tonk blues They give me, give me, give me their honky tonk blues I met a gin-soaked bar-room