The good, the bad, and the dirty Oh woah oh woah oh, oh woah oh If you wanna start a fight You better throw the first punch Make it a good one And if ya wanna make it through the night You better say my name like I'm gonna keep getting underneath you

Give me another chance to be your man, be your man, no Give me another chance, give me another chance, oh (Woah oh oh, woah oh oh) I promise I won't let you hurt again, hurt again, no Don't be afraid, baby, take my hand, take my hand, no Just give me

And you may walk a lonely road But you will never walk, walk, walk alone You will never walk, walk, walk alone You will never walk, walk, walk alone, oh, woah I got two, baby If you're in trouble I got you, baby Nothing that I wouldn't do, baby And

This is gonna be the best day of my life My li-i-i-i-i-ife Wo-o-o-o-o-oh, wo-o-o-o-o-oh I'm never gonna look back Woah, never gonna give it up I had a dream so big and loud I jumped so high I touched the clouds I stretched my hands out to the sky We

Hey, here's to you California Beautiful haze of suburbia Living in the perfect weather Spending time inside together Na, na na, na na, na na, na na (woah-ohh) Beige little boxes in a row Neighbors and friends that you don't know Here's a form, go wait in

Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh But we just keep holding on For the brighter days I can see the brighter days I can see the sun breaking through those clouds Heaven knows we're all afraid Tell me where I'm going wrong We don't have to be alone Woah-oh-oh-oh

In the end, it's him and I Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh Cross my heart, hope to die He said "be true", I swear I'll try He's out his head, I'm out my mind We got that love, the crazy kind I am his and he is mine To my lover, I'd never lie

Little hottie swingin' up in the swing No cover charge, get in for free Chillin' on a back porch, oh yeah Them good ol' boys pickin' six string Woah oh oh, leave your trouble at the door Woah oh oh, chillin' on a back porch No last call, let's party on

Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (Woah) like the beginning of "Mean Streets" Woah oh, woah oh, woah oh Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (oh) I'm prolific, so gifted I'm the type that's gon' go get it, no kidding Breaking down a Swisher in front

Ooh, gold, woah When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold When everything, everything, everything you touch turns to gold, gold (Ooh, gold, woah Ooh, gold, woah) (Who can you trust) First comes the blessing of all that