LA girls, please act your age Does anybody love anybody as much as I love you, baby? You treat me like I have the plague It's the Gyre and Gimble in the wabe Sweeten up your lemonade And meet me down at tower twenty-eight I think I'm in whiplash I'm

And baby this is only bringin' me down. Get back on track, pick me up some bottles of booze Fickle freshman, probably thinks she's cooler than you A hay ride at five, everybody's comin' around So go press you skirt, word is there's a new girl in town. I

That's what breaking hearts do They cause you so much pain Make you go insane Feel like your hands are tied Bound up, strapped down, busted inside Don't have the will to find your way And you don't think you can take it even one more day You try and try

I'll never grow up You think that life's a free ride We're gonna end your party With some responsibility Hey whadaya doin' with your life Why don'tcha settle down And find yourself a wife

Share with me, fairy tales or make believe There will be, ups and downs, smiles and frowns Every dog has his day Another thirty nine inch thick classic (yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah) Girl, as I sit here thinking to myself There is no one for you but me, and I

Row, row your boat 'Cause I've got my own boat Even if the whole world knows I don't give a damn about what they think I don't have to stand up to your gun I don't have to sit down when you say Tell me I'm overboard The truth is you just want to see me

One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, oops Up and down, I think (On repeat, give me a count) The stuff that they know The one on the right and then turn it up while I'm counting One, four, five, six, seven, eight It's too loud

Yeah! we make a lot of noise Refuse to sit down and be tamed We still think that we owe you some We sing it out loud we sing it out proud We thank you people for being around Supporting Volbeat with love and hell fire Gu'fanden do we care But we know who

Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy, Psycho groupie coke, Makes you high, makes you hide, From the time you were a Psycho groupie cocaine crazy, Psycho groupie cocaine crazy Do you really want to think and stop, Stop your eyes from flowing out So you want

I'm goin' to Louisiana And get me a mojo hand Cold ground was my bed last night Rocks was my pillow too I lay down thinking Buy me a mojo hand I'm gonna fix my woman so She can't have no other man I woke up this morning, I'm wondering