Or trees on the lawn Wind is always there, they're saying it's just air Let it blow through you Don't let it move you Like breeze off the pond What I'd look like trying to hide my life One of those guys, I'm a star, you should keep it low Nuh uh want a

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave

Some girls are all about it Some girls they love to let it fly Some girls can't live without it Some girls are born to make you cry About the girls of summer (What do you know, what everybody's talking about) When winter hush turns summer pink In half

'Cause they've been asking, they've been searching Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!) Tell me, where have you been? (Who's been askin' about me?) They've been wondering why? (in case you wonderin'! Hah!) (Around the world, now I'm back again!) Hey, Mr. Carter

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

I'm from the dirt road poison ivy league of campfires, guitars, and river swings Got the good life down and if you hang around we can get a little dust on that collar My Buddy Jake said hey its spring break so I picked him up in my truck We rode into

Baby I will take you far away Don’t you know these are our golden days Baby all the other boys they don’t see what I see Now won’t you say you see it in me Tamarinds and skinny jeans Oh won’t you be my summer love Take you walking through the garden And

So hey, we brought our drum and this is how we dance No mistakin', we make our breaks, if you don't like our 808s We have no apologies for being Find me where the wild things are (oh my, we'll be alright, don't mind us) Find me where the wild things are

Down they come, the swarm of locusts Skies above converge to choke us Feast of souls consume the harvest Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds Louder the tattered wings they sound Young and old, suffer unto the locust Descending down Sweet caress grazes

You know I'm always good for a good time I'm up for just about anything as long as it's almost legal I can fit in with any old crowd, long as there's a party, they're my kind of people So if you're down with painting the town, I'll be around all night I