Thinkin' and plottin' (gling, gling, gling, gling) Bitch, I'm thinkin' and plottin' (gling) Thinkin' and plottin' (gling) While you sit and watch (gling, gling, gling, gling) Bitch, we thinkin' and plottin' (ayy!) While you sit and rot (rot) Bitch, I'm

Bite my lip and close my eyes Take me away to paradise I'm so damn bored, I'm going blind And I smell like shit I sit around and watch the tube but, nothing's on I change the channels for an hour or two Twiddle my thumbs just for a bit I'm sick of all

Uh, Delivering the goods You better watch out and hold on tight We're heading your way like dynamite Feeling like we're, ready to kick tonight No hesitating, my bodies aching Looking for some action, satisfaction all right Charging, vein faced, as active

Oh, off across the room, she sits alone... Pretty as a picture, sadder than a sad song. Well, I'll do whatever it takes, try whatever works. I can't just sit here and watch her hurt. While she's so sad, while Mr Right did her wrong, I'll give her one

With the fire that you started in me I'll sit and watch your car burn But you never came back to ask it out But I'll never let you back to put it out Go ahead and watch my heart burn Lips meet teeth and tongue My heart skips eight beats at once If we

Breaking down, and days came longer There's the other class dragons chasing you around Sit around on silver just stream on the smoke Is rising over your thoughts and your tears Watch over you, watch and fall down You knock a boulder all over the ground

All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga You've yet to have your finest hour Radio blah blah Radio, what's new? Radio, someone still loves you I'd sit alone and watch your light My only friend through teenage nights

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying Me and my buddies and the guitar playing Sipping on forties on a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight Back through my mind like smoke She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke

I sit and watch As tears go by It is the evening of the day I sit and watch the children play Smiling faces I can see But not for me My riches can't buy everything I want to hear the children sing All I hear is the sound

Oh baby, you can find me. In the back of a jacked up tailgate. Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things. And I'll find peace. At the bottom of a real tall cold drink. Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank. Let's get this thing started. It's