Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Girl, what's your favorite song I'll be your DJ tonight You don't have to say a word I see the look in your eyes And we'll keep rockin' 'til the last call Feelin' alright, yeah, yeah Now you're callin' me baby While I keep on fallin', yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh

Juicy, said I wanna get to know your juicy booty, tonight We keep it rocking So show me that, so show me that, so show me that So turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around Knows how to party Knows how to party, in the city Whatever

Gon' make me broke The way you make that tushy roll No I ain't wearin' no cape baby Way you make that tushy roll Betty Crocker, got the cakes baby Come serve it up for me though But tonight I'm your hero (I know, I know) Say she wanna get up Want a nigga

So hold up and, take it through the night And we should follow through, to make it alright Now grab each others' hands, get 'em all I wanna see you rock to the piano It's not hard, (it's not hard) But I'd rather make a song they can play on the radio

You got your hands up, You're rocking in my truck You got the radio on, You're singing every song I'm set on cruise control You're looking so damn hot And I don't know what road we're on, Or where we've been from starin' at you Girl, all I know is I

Don't know quite what to say, haven't seen you in seven ages Can you tell that it's me, or is my picture on torn out pages? And you think it's real, but it's just another future deal And you know you're right, 'cause you've waited for it all night Then

Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight Twisting that bottle, tipping that cup Girl, the way you rock me, you know that you got me Up on a high like I'm walking on clouds Baby, tonight I don't wanna come down You're up on your high heels, you're up on the