Hey hey hey hey Where my party people Oh let's go Oh oh oh oh All my party people Yeah we're gonna rock rock Do a lotta shot shots Someone tell the clock clock We ain't gonna stop stop

Oh I know, I know I hope someday We'll sit down together And laugh with each other About these days, these days All our troubles We'll lay to rest And we'll wish we could come back to these days, these days These days, these days

Hold my breath False tales lies of a washed up prom queen Why'd you tell me everything was fine? Everything was okay? Get on your knees Oh, why you tore me up? No, why everything's dead inside Oh, you could've told me, at least I would've known No, you

They said release 'Remote Control' But we didn't want it on the label They said, "Fly to Amsterdam" The people laughed but the press went mad Ooh ooh ooh someone's really smart Ooh ooh ooh complete control, that's a laugh On the last tour my mates

"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" At night she's screamin' A little bit psycho Oh, she's sweet but a psycho Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though

Goin' back home, get my old gal soon I got a map to the highway, baby Movin' on down the line You a high-priced chick, and I got to let you go I love you, baby, you think I good price Yeah, baby, I got to let you go That's why I am goin' back home, get

I'm out here grinding, okay okay okay I'm out here grindin' I'm out here grinding, all we do is work, all we do is work Oh yeah, oh yeah Just let me work, just let me work Yeah, I'm out here grindin' I told 'em, that I'm out here grindin' I'm out here

Private eyes They're watching you They see your every move They're watching you watching You watching you watching you I see you, you see me Watch you blowin' the lines When you're making a scene Oh girl, you've got to know

The way that that summer's just burning my mind It flashes on back so fast, oh The sun don't go, sun don't go down on that On top of the world The edge of a cliff Hands hanging on heaven, I remember the second I tasted your lips Sun don't go down on

Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh Mama, can I get another amen? I pray for the wicked on the weekend Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent If I had one more day to wish If I had one more day Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore