Hey, momma rock me Rock me momma any way you feel Rock me momma like a south bound train So rock me momma like a wagon wheel Rock me momma like the wind and the rain Heading down south to the land of the pines I'm thumbing my way into North Caroline

You know how froze that is Look at my neck, damn Look at my fist oh yeah I'm a rockstar smash my guitar Diamonds on my fist and on my arms Meek and I don't dress the same, relate in Goyard Frostbite on my pinky ring watch me flex on y'all I get it now,

Girl you know I like when you climb on top Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock And you know I love the way you make the bed rock Take me to Ecstasy with out takin Ecstasy I smell pussy! Is that you Irv? I smell pussy! Is that you Ja? I smell pussy!

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

God of thunder and rock and roll The spell you're under Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul A modern day man of steel I gather darkness to please me You've got something about you You've got something I need Daughter of Aphrodite Hear my words and

Baby can you move it round the rhythm (They call it lonely digging) So we can get with 'em To the ground and get us a rock and roll round Just a downtown body body coming with a super-hottie Let's go, yes, no, hell no 'Cause you know we're living in the

I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus I'm a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie I'm moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin's bleeding I'm smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I feel the ceiling (And I'm codeine dreaming, and I'm codeine dreaming)

How did we get here? Well, I think I know how Do you see what we've done? We've gone and made such fools Of ourselves I think I know How can I decide what's right When you're clouding up my mind?

"Ha oh ho, aw, play something country." Crank up the band, play the steel guitar. Hank it up a little, let's rock this bar. Threw back a shot, yelled "I'm a George Strait junkie." "Ha oh ho, play something country." Yes, she blew through the door like

I make Rock 'n' Roll records I sell 'em for a dime I make my living and, feed my children All in your good time The Blues they go for a quarter Is guaranteed to satisfy It's a real, funky deal Don't let it pass you by If your evening sun don't shine, my