Little miss lady in the yellow, wassup? Little miss lady in the yellow, hello Would you like to push pedals through the meadow with me? (With me?) I just got a question, baby, can I fuck on you? We zonin', baby girl, we zonin' I just want you here

My daddy had a Pontiac on the beiger side of yellow He was a young man then and I was a little fella I'd play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung He couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but he'd sing at the top of his lungs Carry On My

Fly away far away He'd made up his mind Spread your wings and fly away Spread your little wings and fly away Pull yourself together 'Cause you know you should do better That's because you're a free man Sammy was low Just watching the show

For me to finally bring you flowers Look what it took I should have took you dancing A little candlelight romancing, with roses But I was high up on a bar stool Yeah, I was such a blind fool Now I know it You won't believe how much I've changed since you

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass Oh now, slow down And once upon a time in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga What money got to do with it

We 'bout to go up baby, up we go Gonna give it to you I want to get louder I got to get louder We're blowing out speakers Our heart a little clearer In capital letters For worse or for better Yeah, then there was you

What a difference a day made Twenty-four little hours Brought the sun and the flowers Where there used to be rain My yesterday was blue, dear Today I'm a part of you, dear My lonely nights are through, dear Since you said you were mine Lord, what a

Makin' their way That's just a little bit more Than the law will allow Just the good ol' boys Never meanin' no harm Beats all you never saw Been in trouble with the law Since the day they was born Staightenin' the curves

They were doolin', doolin'-dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money, and faithless women Red eye whiskey for the pain. Go down little dalton, it must be God's will Two brothers lyin' dead in Coffeeville. Two voices call to you from where they

What a difference a day made Twenty-four little hours Brought the sun and the flowers Where there used to be rain My yesterday was blue, dear Today I'm a part of you, dear My lonely nights are through, dear Since you said you were mine Lord, what a