Baby, it's about time, oh Bringing back the sunshine Got my hands on the wheel and I'm flying Heart beat loud as the thunder rolls Lightning on the stampede of lightning roll I'm bringing back the sunshine Been forever since I've been gone Haven't held

You'll find another life to live That's true, that's right She's sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter My Louboutins new, so my bottoms they is redder No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar Just talked to your homie she said we should

Open your mouth wide A universal sigh And while the ocean blooms It's what keeps me alive So why does this still hurt? Don't blow your mind with why I'm moving out of orbit (Turning in somersaults) Turning in somersaults

Oh Bo Diddley (hey, Bo Diddley) Ooh la la that rock 'n roll Yeah Bo Diddley (hey, Bo Diddley) Now listen here to the story of Bo Diddley The rock 'n roll scene in general Bo Diddley was born Ellis McDaniels In a place called McCoom In Mississippi about

Love lies bleeding in my hands And love lies bleeding in my hand Oh it kills me to think of you with another man I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan But my guitar couldn't hold you so I split the band The roses in the window box Have

To come home She`s just a ghetto woman waitin for her man to come home She`s a ghetto woman, waitin for her man to come home Oh poor ghetto woman waitin for her man to come home A rat run cross the floor, a roach turn up the wall Everything is noisy

So let's go back to our cocoon On the blackened afternoon I see your heart is bleeding too Eh-ah, eh-ah, oh Let me bleed instead of you Let me bleed instead of you, let me bleed, let me bleed Eh-ah, eh-ah, eh-ah, eh-oh Eh-ah, eh-ah, let me bleed, let me

Feeling low down and dirty Just like a dog without a bone Oh what happened to my lady Better get her tail back home Gonna be suspicious, more suspicious from now on Too much howling at Big Yeller Too much growling at the door Too much running round in

And I thought about you Winding stream Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam, the same old dream Oh I'm going back to you And what did I do? I thought about you I took a trip on a train I passed a shadowy lane Two or three cars parked

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah 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 There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read