Don't go knockin' on my door Gotta stay away for sure You better get off my back You say you miss me like crazy now But I ain't buyin' that Don't go knock on my door I am better off without you Stronger than ever and I, I'm tellin' you now Don't go knock

I got the mad man blues Man don't you know, don't you know I go home at night about half past four All that knocking on my door I love these women, gonna treat them right Ain't gonna fuss and ain't gonna fight You beg me now baby and not before I'm gonna

Here comes the knockout I'm throwing down My time is right now (Ayy ayy ayy) Turning your lights out Until the last round Go start a fire, go start a fight No regrets, this is your life Sticking out my chin

There may not Be another way to your heart So I guess I'd better find a new way in And I shiver when I hear your name I think about you, but it's not the same You build me up You knock me down Provoke a smile And make me frown

You upset me baby, yes, you upset me baby Well, like being hit by a fallen tree Woman, what you do to me Well, she's not too tall, complexion is fair Man she knocked me out the way she wears her hair Yes, she's thirty-six in the bust, twenty-eight in the

Can't you come out to play in your empty garden, Johnny He must have been a gardener that cared a lot Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop And I've been knocking but no one answers Oh and I've been calling, oh hey hey Johnny Who lived here And

'Cause he can, get the knockout Just knock me out Baby one, two, three Tell 'em get the referee If the telephone rings Get the knockout So just knock me out Its an emergency

I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night Broke niggas stand to the left My rich niggas stand to the right Lil' mamma, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!) Hit it with the left, hit with the right Beat it with the left, beat it with the right If you know

Let's hear it for America's suitehearts But I must confess I'm in love with my own sins But I don't know much about classic cars Media blitz You could have knocked me out with a I know you've heard this all before, but were just Hell's (Neighbors)

I'm back in the USSR Back in the USSR You don't know how lucky you are, boy Back in the US Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the west behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my