I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet I believe,

Let's just get away Hop in the car and go with me You don't have to pack everything Don't you want to feel the breeze? Let's take a ride, on the country side We can spend the night, till the morning light (Let's just get away) And forget everything, baby

Who's your daddy, who's your baby? Don't you sweat it Everything is waiting inside for you Who's your buddy, who's your friend? And who's the one guy that you come runnin' to I got the money if you got the honey Let's cut a deal let's make a plan Who's

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonder struck, blushing all the way home Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you This night

So don't ask me no questions And I won't tell you no lies So don't ask me 'bout my business And I won't tell you goodbye Well, every time that I come home Nobody wants to let me be It seems that all the friends I've got Just got to come interrogate me I

Can you hear me Don't let me down It's in the struggle that we can finally see I'll never forget how I felt so far away When fear waged war and wore down on me What do you say when you can't get the words out The sun will break through Ordinary men don't

I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet I believe,

Don't die young, don't get old Hey, gonna shine like gold Take every turn on the winding road Give me your hand, baby, don't let go They say there's a light at the end of the tunnel But we're living on sweet dreams and neon signs We can run but there

I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet I believe,

I drink to that, yeah yeah Don't let the bastards get ya down Turn it around with another round There's a party at the bar Cheers to the freakin' weekend Yeah yeah yeah Oh let the Jameson sink in Everybody putcha glasses up and I drink to that (yeah yeah