Give me a pencil and paper, I just want to figure your time Well I'm gonna put it down in black and white, you know I ain't lyin' On the twelfth of April and the year in 19 and 61 On the twelfth of April and the year a 19 and 61 Ya know I watched it, a

You don't know a thing about me 'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me You ain't got the right to tell me Acting like you own me lately Mister Know It All Well you, you think you know it all Oh you think that you know me, know me That's why I'm

Don't acknowledge right, just dwell on wrong This spot in hell's where I belong I've come so far, it's been so long Don't know why it started or where it came from Dust begins to fall to the ground (And you sit there and do nothing) The air is cold and

Hey, uh, Grandpa Rick, can we maybe Maybe I can pick what we listen to next? You know We've been in this ship for like three hours now Well, Morty That entirely depends on whether or not you have the mental capacity To pick something I would be willing

Well, if I go down dyin', you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kids But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid She's a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread Well, when the pipeline

Now the kids are growing up so fast We don't know what it's for but You know it's never going to last These are different times that we're living in We'll be soldiers for you, mommy and daddy We're soldiers now in the culture war We're soldiers now, but

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

And I know that there's something that's just out of sight I'm ready for more The feelin' now that I'm beside you We'll open the door Do anything that we decide to And I feel like I'm finally seeing the light Holdin' on girl I know it's right I know it's