So pardon me, boys I'm gonna be late I don't have the choice I've got to get into shape It's eight on the nose And I gotta go So pass me my coat I've got to get to the show Ain't got no feelin'

And have a big time tonight A bunch of down home boys and some blue jean girls Kicking up the dirt and shooting out the lights Life can be an ol' briar patch Gotta dance your way through it sometimes So we're gonna drink a little beer, play a little

A-ha, me boys a-riddle-i-day! Ha, me boys! Lukey's boat is painted green, Well oh, Lukey's boat is painted green, The prettiest boat that you've ever seen, Well oh, Lukey's boat's got a fine fore cuddy, Lukey's boat's got a fine fore cuddy, And every

Me and the boys just want to rock, there's some things you never stop We got it and we're never lettin' go, just me and the boys Me and the boys Always livin' on the outside, never had no place to hide Feelin' so alone I got this thing dead to rights,

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

If you know this how you living, put your hands up! Where they at? If you from the streets like me, put your hands up! D Boys on my tease, put your hands up! Independent bad bitches, put your hands up! If you rep your city like me, put your hands up!

Nice boys don't play rock and roll Protected by a million flies She hit town like a rose in bloom Smellin' sweet, said sweet perfume The color faded and the petals died Down in the city, no one cried In the streets, the garbage lies The roaches so big

I got a good thing, I got a good thing And I caught this feeling that I can't explain Got my heart speeding, every time she says my name She calls me baby Alright, play it on round boys Right there's your something Smiling through this lazy day Just a

It's indie rock'n'roll for me It's all I need In a clutch I'm talking every word for all the boys Make it up, break it up, what do you care Indie rock'n'roll is what I want It's in my soul, it's what I need Indie rock'n'roll, it's time

This will be the day that I die We started singing Bye bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levy But the levy was dry And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye The day the music died I started singing