I'm a beat it up He can lay you down But I'm a beat it up It's 4 in the mornin' She callin' my phone She wanna be grown We gone get it on She said that she lonely Cause hes never around

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

I wanna rock Turn it down you say Well, all I got to say to you is time and time again I say "No, no, no, no, no, no, no" Tell me not to play Well, all I got to say to you when you tell me not to play I say, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no"

I wanna rock!(Rock!) Rock!(Rock!) No! No! No! Turn it down you say But all I got to say to you is time and time again I say No! Tell me not to play Well, all I got to say to when you tell me not to play I say No! So, if you ask me why I like the way I

Watch you circle the drain You fall asleep during foreplay 'Cause the pills you take are more your forte I'm not sticking around to watch you go down Wanna be your lover, not your fucking mother Can't be your savior; I don't have the power I'm not gonna

Makes you wanna build A 10 percent down White picket fence house on this dirt Its that elm shade Red roads clay you grew up on You circled up on Drift a cloud back Behind county roads The mud on her jeans that she peeled off

It's a long way to the top If you wanna rock 'n' roll It's a long way Ridin' down the highway Goin' to a show Stop in all the byways Playin' rock 'n' roll Gettin' robbed Gettin' stoned