All hail all hail I'm the man and I'm the man And everybody out there knows That I'm the baddest I'm the baddest of them all I'm the man and I'm the man and everybody out there knows That I'm the baddist I'm the baddist of them all All hail undead! From

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

Whose rock? They call it 'Lover's rock' To make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss Everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor baby's name When she forgot that thing that she had You must treat your lover girl right If you

Hell, that's alright with me I like whiskey and tight denim On good-hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see Everybody knows I like whiskey Preferably

Everybody knows Stepping out, everyone can see my face All the things I can't erase from my life Standing out so you won't forget my name That's the way we play this game of life Tell me now, if you came sneaking up behind Would you know me and see

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

Hands held higher We'll be on fire Does it bother anyone else Down in the forest We'll sing a chorus Singing songs that nobody wrote That someone else has your name? One that everybody knows I scream, you scream, we all scream

One more try I still can't believe you found somebody new How to make it work, or how to ease the hurt We've heard it all before, that everybody knows How to make it right, I wish we gave it one more try 'Cause everybody knows, but nobody really knows

You've got a girl at home, And everybody knows that, Everybody knows that, Don't look at me, Ah ah, don't look at me, Everybody knows that. And it would be a fine proposition, If I was a stupid girl, I see you turn off your phone,

The kind that everybody knows...yeah yeah She finer than a painted rose...yeah yeah Sunshine...yeah My sunshine I sold my soul for a one night stand I followed Alice into Wonderland I ate the mushroom and I danced with the queen Yeah we danced in between