Sugarcane in the easy mornin' Weather-vanes my one and lonely Hey moon, please forget to fall down Hey moon, don't you go down If all our life is but a dream Fantastic posing greed Then we should feed our jewelery to the sea For diamonds do appear to be

Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down, when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil ole, lil ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin' witchall You gonna see me

Let's get cozy Get to know me, I ain't such a bad dude Swerving down the coast in my Got me drippin' like a nose bleed Love is adderall Don't need no codeine You got me floating

Let me love you Never let you go Don't you give up, nah-nah-nah I won't give up, nah-nah-nah Never let you go, never let me down Heaven's a heartbreak away Driving the edge of a knife Oh baby, baby I used to believe

And we're just getting started tonight We ain't even turned up the radio Ain't been two miles down the road The way you look at me baby I don't know If we even gonna make it to the party Yeah we gotta whole lot of moon light left Already having the time

Won't you come and put it down on me Yes, please Little love and little sympathy Yeah you show me good loving Make it alright Need a little sweetness in my life I'm right here, 'cause I need I don't wanna be needing your love

Baby, please, don't go Turn your lamp down low You got me way down here Baby, please, don't go back to New Orleans Because I love you so Turn your lamp down low; my heart is beating so So, baby, please, don't go Made me weep and moan You made me weep and

Why don't hook up the old Winnebago Baby, why don't we go Rolling down a two-lane Park it right, by the lake night Catch a little moonlight Open all the windows You and me in the middle of nowhere We'll build a fire As soon as we get there

Somewhere nice we can be alone Don't be sad when the sun goes down You'll wake up and I'm not around We'll still have the summer after all Hey there summer boy Let's get lost you can take me home Bikini tops, coming off Ive got to go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Working for the devil You'll have to pay his tax That means going to see him Down among the racks You do his work so fine He'll remember you Worried for my friend As he shows me round the flat Where I don't want to find him