Twenty more minutes until I'm on I met that girl right up at my show Left her man in the crowd on the floor Listen, this is not my city show But I treat it like my city show Yeah, I am not slow These girls just want me 'cause I got the dough Pass that

I'm going out I'm gonna drink myself to death And in the crowd I see you with someone else I brace myself 'Cause I know it's going to hurt But I like to think at least things can't get any worse No walls can keep me protected

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

Let me love the lonely out of you Let me love the pain you're going through I think I'll save myself by saving you You laugh at all the jokes Even the ones you know Funny I'm doing that, too I love the crowded room The one string that's out of tune Trust

Hanging out when it's past time to go Though everyone tried to ignore us We'd scared them all off by the chorus There you stood looking proud What was left of the crowd at our show And I was twenty-two backwoods years old You were singing that night by

Straight gassed, got the whole place hype Touchdown and the crowd get's hyped Every time I'm around there's a hype I'm a bad boy and I do what I like (Top of the roster) Real deal, you can see it in my posture I feel like Leo with a Oscar The price just

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

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

It's good to live it again Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting? Autumn in New York, it spells the thrill of first-nighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel They're making me feel I'm home It's autumn in New York

Louder than the DJ Louder, louder, louder than the DJ Faster, faster, faster than the airwaves Someone said a long time ago Rock 'n' roll would never grow old She still got the fire left in her bones The lights go down, the crowd explodes The party's