Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

There's no reason to be afraid You know I really can't fuss about it You know I really can't funk without it No time to be like that You don't need me in that light It's alright with me Send it off and I leave it right Right down to the last place No

Turns into "baby, can you pick me up?" Hey, I'm downtown and I don't wanna go home Turns into tangled-up, on my couch with you Slipping your kisses right across my mouth And that turns into later on Later on, lights turned down 'Cause I can't turn you

I'm not o.k. I'm just another psycho They opened up the door, to my insanity They should've slammed it shut right then And thrown away the key They stitched up my head, from my lobotomy They should've never let me out

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches

But I gotta go right now But I'll be back before you know it I don't want to leave Good evening I'd like to thank everybody for coming out Hope your flights were safe Feeling real breezey Swift like the wind

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess Rebel Rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so! Hey babe, your hair's alright You like me, and I like it all We like dancing and we look

Oh, I hate it when that happens to me Dog bites man, man loses girl Well, I once knew a man who was going insane He let love chase him right up a tree It took the police and a fire truck just to bring him back down It made the front page of the paper,

Every corner, every city there's a place where lifes a lil easy Lil hennesey, lay back and cool, every hour 'cause its all good Leave all the stress from the world outside, every wrong done Will be alright, nothin' but peace, love n street passion Every

Well, I ain't superstitious, black cat just cross my trail When my right hand itches, I gets money for sure Don't sweep me with no broom, I just might get put in jail Well, I ain't superstitious, oh the black cat just cross my trail Don't sweep me with