Run, run Rudolph, Santa's got to make it to town Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down Run, run Rudolph 'cause I'm reelin' like a merry-go-round Run, run Rudolph, reeling like a merry-go-round Out of all the reindeers you know

I'm driftin' and driftin', like a ship out on the sea My ship ain't got no captain, my ship ain't got no crew I look around for a savior to search me from the hungry sea Nobody seems to want me Except the wide and open sea Doin' that tide dare blow me

More money means more dough to blow (blow) Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes More money means more dough for blow Way up in them Cali Hills,

What about the heartache What about the emptiness inside It doesn't just fade away Turning the knife How much can I bleed The cut runs deep Got your finger on the trigger Your cold eyes taking aim You took a shot at my heart

Papa was a rollin' stone. Wherever he laid his head was his home. And when he died, all he left us was alone." It was the third of September; that day I'll always remember, 'Cause that was the day that my daddy died. I never got a chance to see him;

You know me, yeah you know me, you got telepathy I know you and you know me, we got telepathy You know how to read my mind You hold me tight Boy you keep me safe from harm Ooh, you take me in your arms I got you, and you got me Yeah I got you, and you

Don't stay for me But don't stay for me If you got to leave Do what you need Oh woah, oh woah I know that there's times That you get so tired And you know I want you to stay Lately I've been thinking

Put your old-found faith as though you got to hang on, hang on, yeah Put your old-found faith as though you got to hang on and don't let go Like Indiana Jones, you got to hang on, hang on Put your old-found faith as though you got to hang on When you're

She ain't right, she ain't right She ain't right, but she's just right for me She got her daddy's tongue and temper Sometimes her mouth could use a filter God shook his head the day he built her Oh, but I bet he smiled. She loves and lives her life

Touching the untouchables but they don't know Respect the disrespectable's, but in the end you know You turn away, what can I say? Hello to you, my sweet young friends Have you got money perhaps you could lend? I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun