Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

You got your hands up, You're rocking in my truck You got the radio on, You're singing every song I'm set on cruise control You're looking so damn hot And I don't know what road we're on, Or where we've been from starin' at you Girl, all I know is I

What am I to do with my life? (You will find it out don't worry) How am I supposed to know what's right? (You just got to do it your way) I can't help the way I feel But my life has been so overprotected There must be another way Cause I believe in

When you gonna give it up to me So back it up deh, so pack it up yeah Cause I wanna be the man that's really gonna have it up And mack it up andslap it up yeah So what is up yeah you know you got the sinting I Nna me pants a develop and a swell up and

'Cause it's all that I want And I want to be free I got Satan riding next to me 'Cause we're all bloody freaks And we'll give you the creeps Chasing fireflies and zeroes Concrete dream (hey) I'm gonna make a scene, radio Caught burning gasoline, sleeping

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll We got some laid back country tunes on the radio We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and no where to go Girl I've been at work all week Fingers

Pass a beer One more long day down, the coast is clear Looks like we're alright and all right here You wake up, the guy on the radio Says it's time to get where we gotta go Gotta do what we all gotta do to get to the part where we get to cut loose And

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving