'Cause the Greeks don't want no freaks No, the Greeks don't want no freaks But the Greeks don't want no freaks There was beer all over the dance floor And the band was playin' rhythm and blues You got down and did the gator And half an hour later you

You know it We were made for each other so My shattered heart is on the ground I've got to see your face right now Just tell me where and you'll find me waiting there And if love is made of glass Can we pick up the pieces

I've got a pocket full of pretty green I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine I'm gonna put it in the juke box It's gonna play all the records in the hit parade This is the pretty green, this is society You can't do nothing unless it's in the pocket, oh

We do the bad boy boogie Have a drink on the boys We'll entertain you in style I got my finger in the pie It's just a lick and a promise In the back seat of my car Found a girl she's mama's pride I tatooed her and now she's mine

Can nobody hear me? I've got a lot that's on my mind I cannot breathe Can you hear it, too? Maybe if I fall asleep, I won't breathe right I said it before, I won't say it again Try to hear my voice You can leave, now it's your choice Maybe if I leave

Nothin' but blue skies, Hangin' over you and I. Listen to the Goodyear's roll Hummin' through the radio Let it lighten up your load Ain't got no place to go. Watching those fence poles fly, As the miles roll by, Embers in the ashtray,

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

Girl I got you so high, and I know you like, So come and push it on me, if it feels alright, When you drop it low, and break me off, No, she doesn't mind (aight) she doesn't mind (aight) she doesn't mind. No, she doesn't mind (aight) she doesn't mind

You got a piece of me And honestly My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you 'Cause we belong together now, yeah Forever united here somehow, yeah La la la la la la La la la la la Guess this means you're sorry You're standing at my door

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you boy with the toaster boy Hit you point blank range and fire Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit Nigga trip I'll go for your