I keep drinkin' malted milk, tryin' to drive my blues away Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head Baby, fix me one more drink, and hug your daddy one more time Baby, you just as welcome to my lovin' as the flowers is in May And I have a funny,

Soy el fuego que te da calor (ye-oh) Cura un enfermo de amor (ye-oh) Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom ¡Dímelo, mundo! Sube boom, boom, boom, boom On the spotlight, you'll be alright Turn this club, take it way high And I promise that we, mi girl, all

Oh, where oh where can my baby be? The Lord took her away from me She's gone to heaven, so I got to be good So I can see my baby when I leave this world. We were out on a date in my daddy's car We hadn't driven very far There in the road, up straight

So I'm movin' on That big eight-wheeler rollin' down the track Means your true-lovin' daddy ain't comin' back I'm movin' on, I'll soon be gone You were flyin' too high, for my little old sky That big loud whistle as it blew and blew Said hello to the

Ven vamonos y sal ya de esa confusión Perdámonos termina ya lo que empezó Amor prohibido, besos prohibidos A veces yo pienso que no tiene sentido Soy el amante, el que siempre te responde Soy el amante, el que vive escondido cuando sea Llega no importa

Oh oh oh, I'm on fire Woo ooh ooh Hey little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go away and leave you all alone? Mhmm I got a bad desire Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? And can he do to you the things that I do? Oh no I can take you higher Sometimes

Your daddy knows you're a flame For you child Your daddy love come with a life time guarantee For you he's the best he can be Oh child don't you know Yeah daddy love you child Daddy love you yeah We were waiting for the bus No-one much around but us

Sitting around waiting on two pink lines We're just sitting around waiting on two pink lines She was pacing back and forth On her front porch I pulled up slinging gravel In my daddy's ford She cried all the way to Johnson's store I kept the motor running

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Whack for my daddy, oh Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da There's whiskey in the jar, oh Oh, oh, yeah As I was goin' over The Cork and Kerry Mountains I saw Captain Farrell And his money, he was countin' I first produced my pistol