I'm gonna be ready this time I'm ready to run Ready, ready, ready, ready, ready to run All I'm ready to do is have some fun What's all this talk about love When the train rolls by When the boy gets that look in his eye When my momma says I look good in

What you thinkin' about? Oh what you thinkin' about What you thinkin' about I know everything They say my brain meltin' And the only thing I'll tell 'em Is I'm livin' for the present and the future don't exist So baby take your clothes off, a chance like

Fuck these backpackers Runnin' this thang, money insane Busy getting brain like Krang What, what's my name in the woods got these niggas usin' Mapquest Alright it's Childish baby, Mr. Talk About His Dick Again Nerdy ass black kid, whatever man, I'm sick

My head's spinning around and round And the world keeps trying to bring me down, oh I bought a ticket to the joy parade And I ain't jumping off of this happy train, no I will live what this life's about, With or without I will bend and I will sway I will

Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection The lovers, the dreamers and me Why are there so many songs about rainbows And what's on the other side? Rainbows are visions but only illusions Rainbows have nothing to hide So we've been told and some

(What about us?) Did you ever stop to notice (What about us) (What about it?) Is there a time What about sunrise What about rain

Chew my meat for you Pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss From my mouth to yours One baby to another says, "I'm lucky to have met you" I don't care what you think unless it is about me It is now my duty to completely drain you I travel through a

I'm gonna be ready this time I'm ready to run Ready, ready, ready, ready, ready to run All I'm ready to do is have some fun What's all this talk about love When the train rolls by When the boy gets that look in his eye When my momma says I look good in

That's just what you do When you're at the bottom It sure could drain a man About as empty as these beer cans Yeah, this time it's it, I'm callin' it quits I'm not turnin' her on anymore She packed up the same ol' stuff And slammed the same ol' door And

And I thought about you Winding stream Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam, the same old dream Oh I'm going back to you And what did I do? I thought about you I took a trip on a train I passed a shadowy lane Two or three cars parked