Get rhythm when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones Get taps on your toes and just get gone Little shoeshine boy never gets low down But he's got got the dirtiest job in town Bendin' low at the

We got got it goin' on We'll be banging and singing just like the Rolling Stones We're gonna shake up your souls, we come to rattle your bones 'Cause we got got it goin' on We got got it goin' on (We got got it goin' on) We got got it, we got got it, we got got it goin' on

Molly's Chambers gonna change your mind You want it She's got got it She's got got your Your pistol Molly's chambers gonna change your mind Free, that's all that she could bleed That's why she'll never stay White, bare naked in the night

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas 'Cause I ain't got got the money on me right now We could've been somebody And came out of your body And came out of our body Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves I just need to

We went to the beach And we went to the beach Every year, the middle of June We crammed into that Astro van Tighter than a can of sardines We fought in the back And dad got got mad And mama rolled the windows down "Y'all smell the salt of the beach?"

And the lion's roar, the lion's roar Has me evading and hollering for you And I never really knew what to do Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook The fact that they've been blindly deceived By

All you people you got got to know The devil’s harvest is sweet to grow With the blossom your troubles go Forget about your sticky icky icky icky hydro I was gathering the crops across the fields What happened to me baby, you won’t believe I was picking up

Can I can I get your oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Can I can I get your number, nu-nu-nu-nu-number Can I can I get your number tonight oh huh If I don't then I might regret it for the re- The rest of my life See I see I got got you feeling my vibe oh huh Gotta

It is what it is It is what it is and it ain't what it ain't It's life and it's love and it ain't gonna change It's a beautiful mess I don't wanna miss And I'm sittin' here in all my glory Everybody got got a Beer everybody got got a Story It sits in the spins

No more (sad songs) I'm beggin', please, don't play No more sad songs For tonight, I'm going to get my mind off it Don't care that someone's got got his hands all over my body Stay out all night, go where the music is loud So I don't have to think about it