I want my mullet back My old Camero, and my eight-track Fuzzy dice hangin' loose and proud ZZ Top, they're playin' loud A simple time, that's what I miss Your mini skirt and your sweet kiss Things are changin' man, and that's a fact, but Bell bottoms

You love me like that And I'm healed when you love me like Yeah, I'm healed when you love me like Everything I know and everything I don't You took 'em all and shook 'em to the floor Now I've laid the ghost What I hate the most You blew them all the

Does it make you feel better? 'Cause it’s making me worse 'Cause it’s making me hurt Does it make you feel good? When I’m falling apart? Am I wasting my time? Am I losing my mind for better or for worse? 'Cause it doesn’t feel right No it doesn’t feel

No perdamos tiempo No dejes pa’ mañana Lo que puedes hacer hoy Aprovéchate Y eso me gusta La leyenda, baby Ando desesperado Deja el guille

There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a

Can you hear it ring It makes you want to sing You'll live like a king With lots of money and things All we ever want is more A lot more than we had before So take me to the nearest store It's such a beautiful thing, ka-ching! Lots of diamond rings

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

Strike a match and set me on fire Watch it burn and flames getting higher You light me up, sweet old desire So won’t you come close to my fire? Close to my fire Ain’t no need to tell me why Baby, it’s cold when you’re gone Don’t make me wait, wait too

You, wake up, where's the tomb? Will easter come, enter my room? The lord weeps with me Toll no bell for me father But let this cup of suffering pass from me Send me no shepherd to heal my world But the angel, the dream foretold Prayed more than thrice

I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Any which way the wind may be blowing Last night as I slept I dreamt I met with Behan I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day When questioned on his views On the crux of life's