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

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

Watch the sunset disappear And drink a beer So I'm gonna sit right here On the edge of this pier When I got the news today I didn't know what to say. So I just hung up the phone. I took a walk to clear my head, This is where the walking lead

Everybody just wants to get high Sit and watch a perfect world go by We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives We follow the roads that lead us To drugs or Jesus In my home town for anyone who sticks around You're either lost or you're found

Got the best view in the world, Spendin' my days catchin' these rays, Watchin' coconut covered girls And they keep rollin' in, Like the waves on the sand Yeah, I'm sittin' pretty in Suntan City, They keep strollin' by, (It's 'bout that time a year

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

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 was sittin' at home watchin TV all alone I'm so tired of reruns, the day goes on and on So I pick up the phone, call everyone I know Said there's gonna be a party, hit the music here we go You gotta live to party, bust your move Everybody's in the

The troops are on fire! Ah, oh come on! I'm trading just a little more Step on it, electronic I'm much deeper, a sleeper Messiah for the animals And watch out! Ah!