My memory is muddy, what's this river that I'm in? Bourbon blues on the street, loose and complete Under skies all smoky blue-green I can't forsake a Dixie dead-shake So we danced the sidewalk clean New Orleans is sinking man, and I don't wanna swim

All I need is love One day I'm up, the next I'm down One day you're here, the next you're gone And I'm just a little bit I'm just a little bit lonely And I'm gonna pull through To shake off the blues I need your sweet, sweet love To get me on my feet

Shake the bon-bon, bon-bon Morena, no pares Ole ole, ole ole Feeling hot, hot, hot How are you feeling? Hot hot hot Party people Y vamos a la playa, calienta el sol Pon tu bikini, pontelo Empaca tu toalla y bronceador

We got it goin' on We'll be banging and singing just like the Rolling Stones We're gonna shake up your souls, we come to rattle your bones 'Cause we got it goin' on We got it goin' on (We got it goin' on) We got it, we got it, we got it goin' on

You and I will not be shaken By the winter sound But my voice is suffocating Ah-ah-ooh-ow In the winter sound Stop, you're cold against the skin You take me in your arms when walls are closing in, ooh-ooh And I run, I run, I run, awakening my heart But

Is that the old man walking in the dark? When we were young Make me feel alright Take me home Where them broken brights Are shining down Shake them bones Let me love tonight We'll grow young

All I need is love One day I'm up, the next I'm down One day you're here, the next you're gone And I'm just a little bit I'm just a little bit lonely And I'm gonna pull through To shake off the blues I need your sweet, sweet love To get me on my feet

Can't keep me here in the dark, I'll set you off like a spark into oblivion (into oblivion) Can't shake me down to the bone, Ayo ayo-ayaah I'll turn you back into stone, into oblivion Truth is karma don't lie So let me show you why Time doesn't erase the

Hallelujah, good to see ya Ain't no sting like a king bee shakedown Everybody digs when the boogie comes back around And the chill drunk buzzin' all night long There's a jingle in your pocket with a jangle in your hand Do you want your own money or your

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she