In the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life Said, "I raise my hands I'm findin' more and more truth Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle Hey, it ain't nothing wrong Just making it up as we go along Find a little rock 'n' roll hallelujah Throw your hands up high Let the speed remove your pain Singing hey, hey, hey We can do it old school, ABC

Standing by the highway Just waiting in the rain You got me standing here waiting October sun is shining These tears they cause the pain It simply make up Only just to break up, oh baby And that ain't no fun to me I said it ain't no fun to me

Somebody's been drinking Somebody's been thinking about us Somebody's all alone, picking up the phone Somebody's gonna be knocking Saying 'hey can I stay, one more time, it's ok' So here we go again And they know they ought to just hang up Somebody's

Hey! (hey!) We'll be okay (hey!) 'Cause when the sun comes up (hey!) It's the start of a new day I said, hey! (hey!) We'll be alright (hey!) A hundred million stars Shinin' down on you, tonight (hey!)

Might like to Go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow I've got some bad news for you, sunshine Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel And they sent us along as a surrogate band

It's just what we do Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight, hey baby that's alright It's our backwoods, boondocks roots, it's just what we do Hey, ain't no way to make this up, when it's runnin' through your blood There ain't no hidin' the truth, its

If tomorrow was today It would yesterday The sun is surely just a thought away Where visions that men fail To put to words to tale And music that they try but cannot play You're right it's just a dream, your company so kind Hold very tightly please and

What they want us to do Why won't they do what they want And let me do my thing they should be thankful There's lights of hope still shining If you do wrong they complain Even if you call the father's name its the same Don't they know it is nothing new

Wanna make love, love, love I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love I wanna make love, love, love She say the money make her wanna make love Wanna make love, love, love, huh King of the skreets And when these suckas see me, they should bow to my feet