And we got everybody singing Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh I've hoped for change There's something wrong 'Cause everybody knows Were doing fine And I'll confess That I can be a little selfish Yeah I'll admit

Whoa oh wow, whoa oh wow She did what she came to do Saw what she came to see Took a good look around Made her some memories Never been there before She crossed it off the map Pedal down to the floor Now she ain't comin' back

Cause nobody's sad on a Saturday night. Winner's and loser's we got each other The world looks better in neon lights Some Johnny Cougar, some southern comfort It goes whoa whoa here we go rock&roll rodeo The world looks better in neon lights Working all

I should've said something Whoa oh oh oh So we board up the windows we used to look through Yeah, I should've said something to you I should've said something to you When I saw you walk away Instead, I did nothing You're gone and it's too late

There's no use trying to save my soul Take me home where the restless go Whoa oh oh (There's no use trying to save my soul) Reckless to the day I rest my bones Reckless till the day I rest my bones Whoa oh oh oh (Take me home) Take me home where the

Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Want you to see all of the lights Whoa, whoa, oh (All of the lights, all of the lights) You know what I need, want you to see everything We going all the way this time I tried to

Ladies, it's your song So as soon as this come on You should get out on the floor Gon' and get your sexy on If you know that you better Then the new girl that he on Go 'head and tell him now Celebratin' our breakin' up, oh whoa

(Why you so jealous) over me (why you so jealous?) (Why you catchin' feelings) jealousy over me (why you catchin' feelings?) Whoa, oh, oh oh oh oh oh, yeah This time's not done, but I'm drinking now Unless they find ya', intertwine with me She don't like

In the basement, whoa down in the basement Oh, now tell me where can you party, child, all night long? In the basement, down in the basement, yeah. Oh where can you go when your money gets low? And if a storm is taking place, you can jam and still be

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown