All the way down Let it ride Trying everything now Gotta check it out Got to get off! Out on the street The summer heat Boys playing games Changing their names

It's a summer paradise, crusin' with the boys and girls. Surfin' day and night, everybody shootin' the curl. Hang five, keep it alive, and lemme jump down low on the toes of the nose. Hang ten, hot-doggin' again, let's go! Are you ready? Ready-freddy?

Hips starts swaying when the DJ drops one She might be a mess but she's a hot one With her little jeans and white t She might rev up an old boy's heart or even stop one Putting on a show tonight, letting go tonight She might be a mess, but she's a hot

Let me go, boys Where the rivers all run dry If I should fall from grace with god Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sod But the angels won't receive me Let me go down in the mud Let them go, boys Let them go down in the mud

All the way down Let it ride Gotta check it out Out on the street The summer heat Boys playing games Changing their names Pulling tricks Getting their kicks

Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love With Waylon and Willie and the boys Between Hank Williams' pain songs and Newberry's train songs and Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain Out in Luckenbach, Texas ain't nobody

The people must have something good to read on a Sunday Atom secrets, secret leaflet Have the boys found the leak yet? The molehill sets the wheel in motion His downfall picks up locomotion The leader's wife takes a government car In the dark to meet her

Hey Romeo, let's go down to Mexico Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said don't you know all those little

Let me go, boys Where the rivers all run dry If I should fall from grace with god Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sod But the angels won't receive me Let me go down in the mud Let them go, boys Let them go down in the mud

Let me go, boys Where the rivers all run dry If I should fall from grace with god Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sod But the angels won't receive me Let me go down in the mud Let them go, boys Let them go down in the mud