Turn up the music loud Take the T top down And let the chrome shine Cruise along the river side Feel the wind blow Through your hair through your toes Got your bare feet hanging out the window Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh I saw a red Camaro today

I ain't pageant material I ain't exactly Ms. Congenial Sometimes I talk before I think, I try to fake it but I can't I'd rather lose for what I am than win for what I ain't I'm always higher than my hair And it ain't that I don't care about world peace

Don't want no rocking-chair regrets I got that fire and it's burning in my chest Gonna keep on living 'til I hear the last call And I, I, I want it all Babe, I'll put my heart on the line Been a-sittin' 'round a coward, broken all that I can break Cried

From where I'm standing I can see 'Cause Olivia Mae I saw you standing there Laughing, playing with your hair Looking like you walked out of a dream Olivia Mae I hope it ain't just me Us finding our own kind of meant to be Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm

You are loved, you are loved, you are loved. Oh if you’re losing sleep… Oh if you’re losing sleep, scared of shadows. See it’s just a chair, see the clothes hang there. Oh don’t go losing sleep, scared of shadows. Oh don’t feel bad. Well I never have,

Rasta man wheel out And know you have it there And come over here Office ease out, don’t you have no fear? Officer ease out and don’t you touch me by my hair I was yadding down the lane And I buck up in a old blue seem And he ask why my eye so red I said

I couldn't resist him His eyes were like yours His hair was exactly the shade of brown He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell It was dark and I was lying down You are everything ' he means nothing to me I can't even remember his name Why're you so

From where I'm standing I can see 'Cause Olivia Mae I saw you standing there Laughing, playing with your hair Looking like you walked out of a dream Olivia Mae I hope it ain't just me Us finding our own kind of meant to be Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm

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

Let your hair down in London City, Everybody just keep moving with me, Just keep dancing with me, just keep rolling with me. Just keep dancing with me, Just keep rolling with me. Let your hair down in London City, everybody just keep Moving with me.