Ready, ready, teddy, Gonna rock it up, Gonna rip it up, Gonna shake it up, Gonna ball it up, And ball the night. I'm ready, ready, teddy to rock and roll. Well it's Saturday night, and I just got paid

Hey mister businessman She got you by the balls But she won't sacrifice What you want tonight She won't come across Unless there's money in her hand Got you by the balls Head of the company Are you looking for a lady

There ain't no last call, I'm havin' a ball with Hank, Haggard and Jones No, I ain't alone, I feel right at home with my ghosts on the stereo The records are spinnin' and the speakers are smokin' And everybody tonight is feelin' alright, with some jack

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

The Lullaby of Broadway Come on along and listen to Goodnight, baby Goodnight, the milkman's on his way Sleep tight, baby The hip hooray and bally hoo The rumble of a subway train The rattle of a taxi The daffodils who entertain

On the night train Here I'm going Wlakin' with my baby in my arms 'Cuz I am in the wrong end of the eight ball black And the devil, see, he's right behind us And this worker said she's gonna take my little baby My little angel back But they won't getcha,

Palms to the sky We rise tonight I feel it, and I feel it, and I feel fe-feel it This goes radioactive Drop the ball, let me feel the beat (Hey, take a look at you) You, you, you, you and I

That's why I ball how I ball when I spoil you We was in Miami, first time I saw you I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you It was late nights, late nights in the bando Fucking on you good got you bustin' like you Rambo If you keep it hood so you

You need to know that I'm a rider Tonight we gonna set the streets on fire All I need is a gas and a lighter And we'll have one hell of a time Outlaw, outlaw, like I hit the PowerBall Once all eyes is on me, floating off like South Paul Niggas love to

Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like a ball When you're rockin' and a rollin' can't hear your momma call Good golly Miss Molly, sure like a ball From the early, early mornin' till the early, early night You can see Miss Molly rockin' at the house of blue