'Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band Gas lights blinking on our broke down van We're living on truck stop burgers and fries Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign Well who in the hell is gonna be pay these bills When one's drinking, one's

Yo ho yo ho Yo ho yo ho ho Sing the pirate's gospel The pirate's gospel We're gonna sing While some folks row way up to heaven I'm gonna sing the pirate's gospel I'm gonna sow these feet for dancin'

Yes, I guess it was me, for us to guess That we're gonna have to be free Can't strain my brain I can't strain my brain I know how it feels to worry all the time I can't take the pain I know how it feels to worry over, just a dime Keep on runnin', when

We go big or we go back home People looking at us like we're losing it, losing it But, baby, we ain't doing nothing wrong Gonna be up all night, chasing the sunrise Like we're wild and young, baby, kids on the run Gonna party like we just turned twenty

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

This is better than home Better than home Out on this long and winding road Chasing the sound with my friends knows what we’re gonna see Knows how we’re gonna change Baby it’s just you and me So keep driving on 'Cause this is better than home

Rockin' robin, rock rock Rockin' robin' Blow rockin' robin 'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight He rocks in the tree tops all day long Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song All the little birdies on Jaybird Street Love to hear the robin go tweet

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

'Cause it's all that I want And I want to be free I got Satan riding next to me 'Cause we're all bloody freaks And we'll give you the creeps Chasing fireflies and zeroes Concrete dream (hey) I'm gonna make a scene, radio Caught burning gasoline, sleeping

With a gun in your hand, I'm the boogieman I'm gonna come and get you You've got to help us, can you? Yes you can You've got to help us, can you? Yes you can, oh If you point a gun at my rising sun Though we're not the one But in the bounds of your mind