I don't care! I don't care! It's been an awful long time since I been home, But you won't catch me goin' back down there alone. Things they said when I was young are quite enough to get me hung. They came and took my dad away to serve some time, But it

Have you ever heard two turtle doves Bill and coo when they love? That's the kind of magic music we get from our lips When we kiss And there's a weepy old willow He really knows how to cry If you should tell me farewell and goodbye Lullaby of Birdland

I was hardly home, workin' 3 to 3, seems like another time Feels like another time, there will be another time I'll get to, forget you And if you think about me, I'm 'bout to think about you Me and you cheer for my Lamborghini flexin' Workin' in the East

It cost me a lot But there's one thing that I've got It's my man, it's my man Cold and wet, tired, you bet All of this I'll soon forget with my man He's not much for looks He's no hero out of books But I love him, yes I love him Two or three girls has he

Yeah, I'm 245 right down the middle And I'll miss the green, to the left just a little Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather If you call that good, and let me press on the side You can put me

If you're the only one, will I never be enough? Hail, hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love Ah, is there room for both of us? Both of us apart? Are we bound out of obligation? Is that all we've got? I get the words, and then I get to thinkin' I

Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen I be banging on the pans in the kitchen So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen Stop and listen I'll rock it wicked, no competition on the shit You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it A

I ain't no angel I still got a still few more dances with the devil I’m getting there I can finally stand the man in the mirror I see I ain’t as good as I’m gonna get But I’m better than I used to be I’m cleanin' up my act, little by little I know how to

Wraaa Everybody get the fuck up Though many have come There will never be another one Wraaa Daddy gonna pop that trunk Yeah, battle ship sunk, throwing dirt rock chunks Sling shot rocks broke no money lumps Looking up too D boys with the pretty dunks

Once there was a way And I will sing a lullaby. Once there was a way, To get back homeward. To get back home. Sleep, pretty darling, Dot not cry Golden slumbers,