You're my, my, my, my kind of woman My, oh my, what a girl And I'm down on my hands and knees Begging you please, baby, show me your world Oh baby, oh man You're making my crazy, really driving me mad That's all right with me, it's really no fuss As long

Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat because You're gonna sing the words wrong Lady, running down to the riptide Oh, and they come unstuck Oh lady, running down

Mmmmm-mmmmm I's up this mornin' Ah, blues walkin' like a man Is a low-down shakin' chill Worried blues Give me your right hand And the blues fell, mama's child Tore me all upside-down Blues fell, mam's child

And I think it's gonna be a long long time 'Till touch down brings me round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh no no no I'm a rocket man Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone She packed my bags last night pre-flight Zero

We gotta stand for something Start running, running, it's the rapture Coming, they're gonna catch ya We give it all or nothing, we've gotta stand for something 'Cause it’s the rapture, oh, oh, oh Tonight I'm the last man standing Threw a wish down the

Pretty woman, walking down the street! Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet! Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you must be true No one can look as good as youuu Pretty woman, won't you pardon me?? Pretty woman, I couldn't help but see Pretty woman.

From a great height What's that? What's that? You don't remember Why don't you remember my name? Off with his head, man Rain down, rain down Please could you stop the noise

Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! I said go, go Johnny! Said oh, go Johnny! You better be good Johnny B. Goode Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood

Oh when it all, it all falls down I'm telling you oh, it all falls down Man I promise, she's so self conscious She has no idea what she's doing in college That major that she majored in don't make no money But she won't drop out, her parents will look at

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