We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

And you never knew my name You cut your teeth on the lack of answers, singing Come back home and it don't feel the same Well I've bled words onto a page for you Didn't I warn you not to? Didn't I warn you good? Maybe we couldn't help it Maybe we never

Good times, bad times You know I had my share When my woman left home With a brown eyed man Well, I still don't seem to care In the days of my youth I was told what it was to be a man Now I've reached the age I've tried to do all those things the best I

But I got to put you down a little while You know it hurts way down inside Well, I can't quit you, baby Well, I can't quit you, darlin' Well, you done made me mess up my happy home Made me mistreat my only child Ah, when you hear me moanin' and groanin'

You cut your teeth on the lack of answers, singing Come back home and it don't feel the same Well I've bled words onto a page for you And you never knew my name Didn't I warn you not to? Didn't I warn you good? Maybe we couldn't help it Maybe we never

Well there's floodin' down in Texas All of the telephone lines are down Well dark clouds are rollin' in Man I'm standin' out in the rain Well I'm leavin' you baby Lord and I'm goin' back home to stay And I've been tryin' to call my baby Lord and I can't

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't

Did I let you know? Would you like to go? (Take me home, well take me home) This I know we're not alone (Take me home, take me home) This I know, yeah this I know (Come on, come on) I'm comin' for you 'cause I adore you and I'd like to get inside your

Well, then a 'nuff gettoh youths no have no place to go Live night and day roaming in the gettoh Nuff gettoh youths ain't got no place of their own Give them some place that they can call their home Well, then a 'nuff politions telling poor people lies

So don't ask me no questions And I won't tell you no lies So don't ask me 'bout my business And I won't tell you goodbye Well, every time that I come home Nobody wants to let me be It seems that all the friends I've got Just got to come interrogate me I