Something's got a hold on me Love or somethin like it's got a hold on me It's cheap but it ain' free Show me a bar with a good lookin woman Then just get out of my way Show me the jukebox, I'll tell you a song you should play Sooner a later a few shots

Buckfast Powersmash! From Scotland's bonnie shores we set sail In search of alcohol, the drunkard's holy grail 'Cause a pirate's life is empty without booze The situation's dire, we've got nothing to lose To England we ride With vengeance on our minds

When a man gives you his hat, he's livin' on borrowed time I got a bad habit slowly sinkin' in I got a bad habit now slowly sinkin' in Got me hearin' voices, seein' through my skin The shoe fits so I wore it but I left one lace untied Just a bad habit

Then I'm wrong, yeah, I'm wrong, this ain't a love song If the love that I got for you's gone, if the river I cried ain't that long I cried and I cried, there were nights that I died for you, baby I tried and I tried to deny that your love drove me

Yeah, she's a beyond beautiful Fool that you be stuck with Yeah, it's all about me and you Believe it or not this love that we got You gave up the love you got and a that is that She loves me now she loves you not And that's a where it's at Just when you

Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

Hey, hey pretty baby Baby, you sure is fine Want her here by my side Every time I look at you You drive me out of my mind She got big blue eyes She got big blues eyes Let me be your little guide She got ruby lips

And its really cold outside You know I hate bein' alone Bet I'll get you right You know my roommates ain't home Brown skin honey, said won't you creep into my bedroom? You lookin' real good now, tell me what it do I heard you got a girl though, what's it

I've got a pocket full of pretty green I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine I'm gonna put it in the juke box It's gonna play all the records in the hit parade This is the pretty green, this is society You can't do nothing unless it's in the pocket, oh

Yeah take back control, and don't let it go, 'Cause I got my own (definition of destiny) The future's unknown (definition of destiny) So cut to the chase, it's time to escape Before it's too late Yeah pick up the pace, catch up with fate It's slipping