Now I'm not really one for drinking songs but Don't wanna think about you right now Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh 'Cause if I did, it would be damn bad And I'd show up at your house I was screaming at your door Saying "what the fuck is wrong with you?" I thought

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

Soon as the spinning stops, Oh no, the game starts in. You, come on, next victim, your turn to die. My life's on time, But again my sense is late. Feel a might unsteady, But still I have to play. Six to one's the odds, And, we have the highest stakes.

Oooh, I wish you well. Wish I could hideaway Howdy, friend, beggin' your pardon, Is there somethin' on your mind? You've gone and sold all your belongings, Is that something in your eye? Well, I know you really never Liked the way it all goes down; Go

Oh again, and again Yeah I trip, when I look in your eyes Oh I'm hyp, hypnotised Whoa oh-oh oh Been rusting in rubble Running to a faint Need a brand new coat of paint I found myself in trouble Thinking 'bout what ain't

I got it under control, oh, oh I got it under control I feel like I'm winnin' again I feel like I'm seein' again I feel like I'm breathin' again Now the smoke has cleared and the end is near It was my illusion Like a broken dream, I was incomplete But

It takes two, baby. just me and you. You know it takes two. It takes two, baby, It takes two, baby., Ooh doo doo doo doo. You know it takes two. Ha! One can have a dream, baby. Two can make a dream so real.

It takes two, baby just me and you You know it takes two Oh doo doo doo doo You know it takes two, ha! One can have a dream, baby Two can make a dream so real One can talk about being in love Two can see how it really feels

I've got the cure you're thinkin' of (calling Dr. love) They call me Dr. Love (calling Dr. love) You need my love baby, oh so bad You're not the only one I've ever had And if I say I want to set you free Don't you know you'll be in misery They call me

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a