Stepping out to Angellucci's for my coffee beans Checking out the movies and the magazines Waitress she watches me crossing from the Barocco Bar I'm getting a pickup for my steel guitar I saw you walking out Shaftesbury Avenue Excuse me for talking I

Isn't she cra-crazy beautiful Isn't she stra-strange and wonderful And I think I love her more than I even understand We get so close, kissing like Eskimos It's a little bit much I know, I do She's a little bit wild, a little bit mad, a little bit uh oh,

We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound Getting wild, raising hell, and leaving this town In a tank top gonna let the guns out, all about rockin' that farmers tan Got the Chev going seventy , all the girls looking heavenly Like there

We were born, we were born to get wild I'm up in this bitch to get wild Turn up the sound And play it loud so that everyone who comes around 'Cause we getting crazy Burning down the town We burn it down so that everyone comes around

Wild, wild West (Wild, wild) And I put the coolant on the TEC (Coolant) And I bought some land, I invest (Who?) Oh, stepping on a peasant (Oh) Whoa, shawty gon' molest me (Whoa) Bought a Richard Mille, you get the message (Richard Mille) Introduce you to

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

In our rockin' chairs That are going to fly by like lightning so they say These are the nights (yeah) The good times that we left the wild side out to play These are the Sunday mornings We talked to the Lord, get right with the man upstairs Get back to

Bad boys running wild Out in the streets Out in the night If you don't play along with their games And you better get out of their way The dogs are on the run The cats are all in heat Spiders all around you Spinning webs and make you pray

Run wild and never look back, never look back Stand up and don't shut up The night is waiting The world is for the taking, taking No hesitating Tonight is what we make it, make it Break out, get a little loud Shout it from the rooftops now People say,

On them hot summer nights when I get a-wild here I got a moonshine stash in a cypress stomp An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire And drink to a sweet swamp song I got an old Jon boat that I stowed down there And a catfish line going, bom bom So if