No on gets me like you and when you kiss me Girl you rock me harder than some downtown band I thought I knew what love was, but I didn't have a clue I never found anything that make me feel like I do about you The bluest skies don't seem so blue And the

Last train to London, just headin' out, Last train to London, just leavin' town. But I really want tonight to last forever Let the music play on down the line tonight. It felt so right. It was one of those nights, one of those nights when I really wanna

Yeah, were kings and queens Cruising South Jackson Street Riding up and down that all night merry go round Just more of the same old same Making memories with time to waste And it ran out we took One last lap around this town Hey it was bumper to bumper

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave

Well, my mama 'low me just to stay out all night long I didn't care she 'low, I would boogie anyhow When I first came to town, people, I was walkin' down Hastings Street Everybody was talkin' about the Henry Swing Club I decided I drop in there that

Believe in your dreams Believe you and me, don't let go We're living it up I was born uptown of the ghetto dream But have you made it out Out of the ghetto? We're having a good time baby Now ain't life crazy? Daddy made it out

Well, my mama 'low me just to stay out all night long I didn't care she 'low, I would boogie anyhow When I first came to town, people, I was walkin' down Hastings Street Everybody was talkin' about the Henry Swing Club I decided I drop in there that

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave

Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen got shot down there The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town The killing clowns, the blood money men Are shooting those

We'd drive too fast Yeah man, we run this town We'd get too loud Nothin’ but a bunch of time to kill Set up on the big hill Seventeen, we owned those streets That was our spot, that’s where we’d always meet And we’d roll on out