And baby this is only bringin' me down. Get back on track, pick me up some bottles of booze Fickle freshman, probably thinks she's cooler than you A hay ride at five, everybody's comin' around So go press you skirt, word is there's a new girl in town. I

Ey oh ey oh, when a guy like me Ey oh ey oh, gets a girl like you Yeah, you better know we're going to take it downtown, Showin' everybody what I'm crazy about. Ey oh ey oh, anywhere we go, ey oh ey oh, gotta let 'em all know. And I'mma tattoo your name

World turning Everybody's got me down I gotta get my feet back on the ground Maybe I'm wrong but who's to say what's right I need somebody to help me through the night Everybody's trying to say I'm wrong I just wanna be back where I belong Turnin',

Love, love, love Haven't seen you in quite a while I was down the hold just passing time Last time we met was a low-lit room We were as close together as a bride and groom We ate the food, we drank the wine Everybody having a good time

Everybody get down Watch it get down, watch it get down Oh that girl is murder Under the lights and sound Everybody get down, down You know that she's a killer And I'll be down and throw it at that level Walking around middle of the night

Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more Please Mr. DJ Tell me if you hear me Everybody get down if you feel me It goes one by one even two by two Come run, run, run, run

Get down and dirty I know you heard me (Everybody get down) Yeah, if we only got one night Forget about the world outside Put your hands up real high I'm tasty, delicious, I'm rough around the edges My mind is obsessive, my flex is aggressive Glad I

All for the love of Growin' it up Cut it down Pass it around Everybody loves some Makes you happy Girls get horny When they use it

Whoa whoa whoa Here's one for the underdogs Let 'em hear you ya'll Well hell yeah they might get knocked down But everybody loves how they don't stay down for long Pretty soon they're ten feet tall From odds stacked, can't win, to the comeback kid Yeah

Slow down, you're gonna crash, Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone Look out, you've got your blinders on I'm American made apple pie Chevrolet My momma taught me wrong from right. I was born