Gonna make it through this time Everybody falls down, all the way down You just gotta hold on tight You gotta get up, gotta get up It’s gonna be alright I'm never gonna leave your side It’s gonna be alright, ight Ever feel like you can’t breathe

I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Ain't no changes in me Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Makes me feel right at home Call me the breeze

All night, love all night Practice makes perfect, gonna get it right Gonna get it right, one night at a time Let's take our love, one night at a time Oh, I think about you all day long It feels so good, it can't be wrong I got my fingers crossed that

But pussy and Patron make you feel alright Pussy and Patron make you feel alright Pussy and Patron, that's some great advice I'm going through something with life I'm going through something in life I said, oh, what up ho? Oh, what up? All I need in this

I'm gonna call everybody Tell' em all there's a party I'm gonna rock all night 'til I'm feelin' alright I'm gonna have a big time cause you get one life So I'm gonna make sure that I live it 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go It could all be all

Drivin' in a slick black Cadillac It's got solid gold hubcaps It feels all right Feels all right It makes me feel like a king I only need one thing They're after me Slick black Cadillac Ooooo, just a big black set of wheels

Give me something for the pain Come on, come on, come on When I feel I've been danglin' from a hang-man's noose Give me shelter from the rain Give me something I can use To get me through the night Make me feel all right Give me something for the blues

Drivin' in a slick black Cadillac It's got solid gold hubcaps It feels all right Feels all right It makes me feel like a king I only need one thing They're after me Slick black Cadillac Ooooo, just a big black set of wheels

Does it make you feel better? 'Cause it’s making me worse 'Cause it’s making me hurt Does it make you feel good? When I’m falling apart? Am I wasting my time? Am I losing my mind for better or for worse? 'Cause it doesn’t feel right No it doesn’t feel

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And