Told I'm feelin' Know I'm feelin' I'm feelin' Outta touch most the time Gotta lotta things on my mind Kickin' down, where to start It's the hardest thing Grow it long, shave it off

Hey, pretty pretty With the sweet sweet eyes order me up another Slice of your pie Hey pretty pretty from across the room Pretty, pretty Tattoo crawlin' down her leg, so sexy So young ever get caught, they'll arrest me School girl, studied up well on

Boy it's good to know I got a bud like you Way up, way up Way up to the sky When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high Way up to the moon Kicking in the basement To pick me way up, way up Enough, enough Hating all the same things too

All the voices in my mind Calling out across the line (I saw scars upon her) Calling out across the line (tell me when it kicks in) Calling out across the line (broken hearted) So tell me when it kicks in How'd I get so faded If you loved me how'd you

You go to my head And you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Like the kicker in a julep or two The

Combat baby come back Combat baby come back baby Said it all before They try to kick it, their feet fall asleep Fight off the lethargy Don't go quietly Combat baby Said you would never give up easy Every mighty mild seventies child

Got me lovin' you Now you got me lovin' you I had too many girls, it's true But now you got me loving you I got 525,600 women They come around and we take 'em all down Kick 'em out when we finish They cool, but they not like you Baby girl it's just

I'm so tired We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down I've fallen, I'm crawlin' It's all your fault Of all the problems you've been causin' me Mo' money, mo' problems it is Now I'm back to writin' my lyrical novel again I'm holdin'

Dreaming of screaming Someone kick me out of my mind We're the prophetic generation of bottled water, bottled water You, you went beyond and you lost it all Why did you go there From (For treated indigenously, digenously) (Human right is private blue

Am I the only one who wants to have fun tonight? Is there anybody out there who wants to have a cold beer Kick it to the morning light If I have to raise hell all by myself I will but y'all, that ain't right It's time to get it on Well it was Friday in