Wake, wake, wakin' me up Weight, weight, puttin' me down Uh, let's start off with something light You bringin' the candle light That I put inside sometime Tell me what you say 'cause you know I got it baby I wanna call you, I wanna leave it up You feel

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do Well I gotta get drunk, I sure do dread it I start to spend my money, call everybody honey I spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck And brother, I could name you a few And I wouldn't think of lettin' them down

What is this thing called love? I saw you there one wonderful day You took my heart and threw it away That's why I ask the lord in heaven above This funny thing called love? Just who can solve its mystery? Why should it make a fool of me?

(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it) So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to My baby's fit like a daydream Walking with his head down I'm the one he's walking to My baby's fly like a jet stream High above the whole

Uptown funk you up I'm too hot (hot damn) Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch uh Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo) 'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you Uptown funk you up (say what?) Hey, hey, hey, oh Called a police and a fireman

I don't even know if I believe Everything you're trying to say to me So open up my eyes Tell me I'm alive This is never gonna go our way If I'm gonna have to guess what's on your mind You may call it in this evening But you've only lost the night Present

Nobody can ever hear him call You need to find a way for what you want to say But before tomorrow 'Cause my friend said he'd take you home He sits in a corner all alone He lives under a waterfall Nobody can see him I need to be myself I can't be no one

What's troubling, Gus, is it nothing goes quiet? Is that what's troubling you, Gus, the mere mention of the name Used to be enough to make every bird stop singing What's troubling, Gus, you sound demented Is it because someone talked and she told me He

And we were bound to the citylife Flashlights when we’re falling into the night Focused on what you feel Just when you were calling her love that day When we were young souls On the junk-yard Now we are stunned minds Full of junk-goods But I feel your