Take it to the limit, take it to the limit Take it to the limit one more time So put me on a highway and show me a sign And take it to the limit one more time All alone at the end of the evening And the bright lights have faded to blue I was thinking

Try me in the afternoon, bet you just can't get enough Try me in the evening, satisfaction guaranteed Ain't we all just looking for some loving tonight? Got a crazy feeling that I've hit you just right So try me in the morning when the sun comes rising

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

I'm everybody's girl I'm the queen of nothing I'm the king of the world At ten in the morning I was laughing at something At the airport terminal At nine in the evening I was sitting crying to you over the phone Well passing the border from a state to

Oh, so fucking cold The winds, the drifts of winter Bone chilling nightfall Early evening sundowns Make nights seem more like borealis dreams My roots run deep, through veins, my ancestry Everything I know, in body and soul Look to the river rushing

That new Funkadelic What's up for the evening? Come through bumpin' that new Funkadelic You know the beat so sweet like booty meat Ice Cube got that new Funkadelic Freaks on the flow, freaks on the flow I ain't into trickin', I'm into treatin' I heard

Oh this is what my heart needs to feel Satisfy my heart, it's so good to feel Love is all around, and all the hurt will heal Satisfy my soul, let the day begin Make the evening roll, let the big sky in Oh, this is what my heart needs to feel Satisfy my

To make you feel my love When the rain Is blowing in your face And the whole world Is on your case I could offer you A warm embrace When the evening shadows And the stars appear

Baby it's cold outside I really can't stay (Baby it's cold outside) I gotta go away (Baby it's cold outside) This evening has been (Been hoping that you'd dropped in) So very nice (I'll hold your hands they're just like ice) My mother will start to worry

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a