I made a bucket list, changed the B to an F I gave my give a damn the finger, so it got up and left I quit worrying about people's expectations And ordered up a six pack of chillaxification Maybe write it all down, and then blow it all off If you're a

Money for nothin' chicks for free We got to install microwave ovens custom kitchen deliveries We got to move these refrigerators we gotta move these color TV's That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free (I want my,

It's a French kiss, Italian ice Spanish moss in the moonlight Just another American Saturday night Although usually it washes up on our shores She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car Listen to the Beatles singin' 'Back in the

Now I must die by my own hand 'cause I'm not man enough to live alone. and I'm better off dead now that she's gone. She couldn't stand me anymore so she just took the kids and went. You see, I've got a drinkin' problem, all the money that we had I spent.

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

I’ve got wheels I’m rolling on Sometimes these wings Get a little heavy When I can’t fly, I start to fall But I’ve got wheels And I can’t stay between the lines but I’m rocking steady I can’t stay between the lines but I’m rocking steady I can’t count

Just when I thought I said all I can say My chick on the side, said she got one on the way These are my confessions, man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do I guess I gotta give part two of my confessions Damn near cried when I got that phone call

We all want a teenage fantasy Want it when we can't have it When we got it we don't seem to want it Stop falling for these boys who didn't want the same as me If I look into the future Do I really see this boy That I think I've fallen for When we are

She treats me just like a king I've got a right to love my baby I've got a right to love my woman Yes, she's my mind, body and soul Yes, my baby, she can do 'most anything Yes, she's my doctor when I'm sick, people She's my all-around standby Oh, she's

Damn, it feels good to be me I'll be alright Rollin' these streets all summer long Damn, I got it all figured out I got no worries that I'm worried about Coltrane love supreme It's like I caught some crazy, happy disease It feels so good Nobody blowin'