It's time to begin, isn't it? I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was Now don't you understand I'm never changing who I am I don't ever want to let you down I don't ever want to leave this town 'Cause after all This city

Helter skelter, helter skelter Helter skelter When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer Yes, she is Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride

Get down little mama, get down little mama Bang-bang-bang, skeet-skeet-skeet Would you do it for me? (Would you do it for me?) Make it swang, like a chain Then let me (clap somethin') Get down little mama If you gon' do it for him, better do it for me

Let me hear it now We all come in from the cold We come down from the wire An everybody warms themselves To a different fire When sometimes we get burned You'd think sometime we'd learn

When we're crashing, let's have passion Boy, you've got my heart on overdrive I can't stop this feeling baby Only you can make me come alive Overdrive, overdrive Take a moment for yourself Get close with the lights down low You and I and no one else I

I don't need their blessing now I don't need their invitation Ain't no way to shut me down Or to take this path I've taken And maybe I've been left out Never let this be mistaken They can keep that blessing now, forget me now 'Cause I was never welcome

Are you ready I'm coming up with all my girls Good times rule, so no curfew Let your hair down Are you, yeah We're gonna party like there's never a worry 'cause Tonight you get to be a superstar We're showing off our moves, the breeze so cool (yeah)

Because it's just a matter of time Before your confidence will win out Keep the faith, baby, yea Just keep your eyes on the prize To get your dreams up off the ground But you got to keep the faith Don't let nobody take you down, brother And your feet

Slow down, you're gonna crash, Baby you're a-screaming it's a blast, blast, blast Everybody's looking for a way to get real gone Look out, you've got your blinders on I'm American made apple pie Chevrolet My momma taught me wrong from right. I was born

We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound Getting wild, raising hell, and leaving this town In a tank top gonna let the guns out, all about rockin' that farmers tan Got the Chev going seventy , all the girls looking heavenly Like there