Sometimes I wish I lived in Airstream homemade curtains Lived just like a gypsy Break her heart and roll out of town Cause gypsies never get tied down Sometimes I wish I lived on a mountain Drank from a stream Instead of a fountain I'd stay there, on top

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever

Where the dreamy Volga flows There's a lonely Russian rose Gazing tenderly Down upon her knee Where a baby's brown eyes glisten Every night you'll hear her croon A Russian lullaby Just a little plaintive tune

One, two, three Not only you and me Got one eighty degrees And I'm caught in between Peter, Paul and Mary Gettin' down with 3P Everybody loves me

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

So get on the floor And dance with me Get up won't you g'on down Shake your body won't you g'on get down I love the way you shake your thing Then why don't you just Dance across the floor I love the way you shake that thing girl

Let's be honest For my sake Stop slowing me down Stop holding me up And that's enough I'm never looking back I'm at it fast But what you lost was me

Stay ready (stay ready, stay ready, stay ready) (You will not replace us) Here they come though We gon' chase down the bully, hit his ass with the fullest Chase down the bully hit his ass with the fullest Then we gon' string his ass up by his nuts with

The way that that summer's just burning my mind It flashes on back so fast, oh The sun don't go, sun don't go down on that On top of the world The edge of a cliff Hands hanging on heaven, I remember the second I tasted your lips Sun don't go down on

Low down leaving sun, I've done Did everything that needs done Woe is me, why can't I see I'D best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights Them keep a-haunting me in memories There's one in every crowd, for crying