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

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

(Hey) Can anybody hear me? Is anybody out there? Driving around the city with my head down low, low See trouble up ahead and 2 ways to go, go One will bring tears to my baby's eyes And do you hear them angels cry singing You are not alone You are not

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Would you pray for me mama? Mother is it ok if I call you mama? My own walked away when I broke the law They come to put me down And standing on the bridge Feeling like falling Singing hallelujah When they put me down

And everybody's screamin' out yeah, yeah, yeah And everybody's singing out yeah, yeah, yeah 'Cause we're all stars tonight Get on your feet if it feels good If it feels right So sing it out yeah, yeah, yeah Girls in their heels and a skinny pair of blue

Silent night for the rest of my life Whisper, whisper don't make a sound Your bed is made it's in the ground Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more I was alive but now I'm singing Silent knight at the edge of your knife Won't

I think it's workin' I think it's workin' yeah It keeps me hummin' Hummin' hummin' yeah Picking at a purple vein He's like a fat man in a little coat Suckin' red vines and rum and coke Singing I like ya jesus but I loves the dope I mighty itty bitty maw

Sitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along It’s just a little hard on me But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours But I’ll never get

Radio retaliation, it's such a different corporation Singing woah now, we a go wake up the nation We taking over your station and we a go change the vibration Woah now, retaliation People fi get up and pump them fist when sleepy talk Hear mi transmission