Hallelujah, good to see ya Ain't no sting like a king bee shakedown Everybody digs when the boogie comes back around And the chill drunk buzzin' all night long There's a jingle in your pocket with a jangle in your hand Do you want your own money or your

'Cause I feel like I'm always dreaming I been up all night, no sleep All night, no sleep Wide awake, that's okay, as long as I'm with you I'll be up all night, no sleep Sometimes I tend to lose myself when I'm out here on my own I never seem to get it

Well my mama she didn't 'low me, just to stay out all night long, oh Lord Well my mama didn't 'low me, just to stay out all night long I didn't care what she didn't 'low, I would Boogie-woogie When I first came to town people, I was walkin' down Hastings

'Cause I feel like I’m always dreaming All night, no sleep Wide awake, that’s okay, as long as I’m with you I’ll be up all night, no sleep 'Cause I've been up all night Sometimes I tend to lose myself when I’m out here on my own And I never seem to get

Our gift divine Some of us choose to live gracefully Some can get caught in the maze And lose their way home This is the life we belong to In the heart of your most solemn barren night When your soul's turned inside out Have you questioned all the

While tearing off a game of golf I may make a play for the caddy But when I do, I don't follow though 'Cause my heart belongs to Daddy If I invite a boy some night To dine on my fine finnan haddie I just adore his asking for more But my heart belongs to

All night long we a go ketchy-ketchy, shuby-shuby tonight Ketchy-ketchy, shuby-shuby tonight Come make we play some ketchy shuby And when me shuby, you feel ketchy And when you ketchy, don't make it drop 'Cause if it drop, it will pop And if it pop, no

Tropical the island breeze All of nature wild and free This is where I long to be La isla bonita And when the samba played The sun would set so high Ring through my ears and sting my eyes Your Spanish lullaby Last night I dreamt of San Pedro

I see death around the corner (When we were kids, belonging felt good) (But having respect, that feels even better) I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground I want to got there in the middle of the night I wanna piss on his head Why

In the basement, whoa down in the basement Oh, now tell me where can you party, child, all night long? In the basement, down in the basement, yeah. Oh where can you go when your money gets low? And if a storm is taking place, you can jam and still be