I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

I just want to sleep forever Never see tomorrow I don't want to work forever Know what I know Or beg or borrow Lead or follow Just like our mothers Who gave us our homes We'll be just like our fathers

Nobody's perfect! Everybody makes mistakes You live and you learn it! Nobody's perfect Everybody knows what I'm talkin' 'bout I gotta work it! I gotta work it! (work it!) And if I'm messing up sometimes Everybody knows what, what I'm talkin' 'bout

You get tired and disgusted with me But I can't be just what you want me to be I still love you and I try real hard I swear one day you'll have a brand new car I even asked God to try to help me He looked down from Heaven and said to tell you please Just

Where I come from It's cornbread and chicken Where I come from, tryin' to make a livin' And workin' hard to get to heaven 'Cause where I come from Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin' Well I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears 'Round that

But it don't work like that You just gotta watch it fly Stand there on the side lines Go on and swallow your pride You know it's gonna be alright Wish it well and close your eyes With a kiss goodbye It's all that you want back When you lose somethin'

Girl I caught you in your little white lie Red handed, red handed You said you had to work tonight But here you are dancing In this honky talk with someone else And all you got to say for yourself

Gotta work me out, make it real Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Just can't stop, once ain't enough Ella me tiene pegao Stuck on a feeling Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Quisiera besarla (mirala) No

Whoa-oh-oh-Whoa-oh-oh Give me no restrictions on what I do or say Don't speak of tomorrow when it's still today Leave me to my selfish ways, I'm well enough alone That is what I tell myself as I stumble home Derelict across the street in the garbage bin

Got my mojo working Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you Going down to Louisiana to get me a mojo hand I got a gypsy woman givin' me advice I want to love you so bad, I don't know what to do I'm gonna have all you women under my command I