Lordy, Lordy, Lordy! I can't help it I like to party, it's genetic! It's electrifying, wind me up and watch me go Where she stops, nobody knows A good excuse to be a bad influence on you and you You, you, you, you Alright sir Sure I'll have another one

Unwind, unwind, unwind it When life gets too tight it's time to unwind it Kick back on the front porch with a cold one in my hand I've had my nose on that work-a-day grindstone Gonna get my chill on tonight and I've been wound up too tight, I've been

I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on When I wake up in the mornin' light I pull on my jeans and I feel all right You and me, we'll go motorbike ridin' in the sun And the wind and the rain I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank

Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew

Make a dent in the shovel Run the mud through the sieve Paste your hopes on a wind mill blade And plant it up on the hill. A pencil sharpened with a putty knife A pretty girl as a pretty nun Maybe you wake and think this is great I just want somewhere to

Gettin freaky in the club (Get freaky) Girl let me see your body go la la Now back that thing up and make it go boomba Come on baby The way you windin' it girl don't stop Gettin' freaky in the club

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

This beer in my hand is just enough courage To say what I'm feeling Cause you got me all nervous Just like you do every time You're lookin' like that I freeze up and I take another sip Lean in a little closer like this What you got me sayin'

Kick back, move in on the down low Where your sun tan lights up when the stars go Write your name on the fogged up window Throw your feet on the dash, girl you know I'm cool with that And it's Tom Petty Free Fall by midnight Turn it off, turn you on when

And I just wanna tell you And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that every time I don't I bet this time of night you're still up. I bet you're tired from a long hard week. I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the