Oh yeah, oh yeah Screaming oh yeah 'Cause baby we ain't going nowhere I'll leave it all behind To be with you tonight And everybody's screaming oh oh oh oh yeah I'll turn the music up Screaming oh yeah, yeah

Out of my mind Stoned out of my mind I'm going crazy You got me goin' (stoned) Got me stoned Stoned without your love Baby, when I found out you were lyin' Playin' around and connivin'

I've got rambling I've got rambling all on my mind Is to leave my baby 'Cause she treat me so unkind I'm going down to the station Catch that old first mail train, see I got mean things all on my mind I got the blues 'bout miss so and so And her son's

Baby, now you know your natural man done come EZ Rider, oh, you EZ Rider Baby, don't you see what you done, done You done gone and left me, while I lay sleepin' I'm going to the country, yes, I'm goin' to the country Yes, I'm goin' to stay there for a

It's about us right now, girl, where you going? I'm with you I'm with you, oh oh oh Yeah, I can't get enough of you, babe Bottles open up so you can try and open up for me, baby M.I.A. in the MIA You do you, girl, the haters gon' hate Cut them off like

You saying all the right shit Well girl I like it I'm going to make this night romantic It's yo shit (ooh baby) Come on and take advantage of it (it's yo shit) It's yo shit, it's yo shit I'm gonna like you baby And I know what you've been dreaming about

I wanna keep burning Baby, I'm a house on fire And I want to keep burning Babe, oh I want to drink you in Like oxygen, like oxygen Boy, I'm going up in flames And you're to blame Yeah, you're to blame I need you, I need you

Did you let me go For the good life Get you one night in the sun Oh, baby I'm going on When the laureate could tell us why And no preacher could decide Tell me now, oh, baby I'm going on When there is no map, no good advice And no road to paradise

Comin' down that railroad track And get some sand in my shoes She's the fastest train on the line Look a-yonder comin' Hey, look a-yonder comin' It's the Orange Blossom Special Bringin' my baby back Well, I'm going down to Florida Or maybe Californy

Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, hm I'm gonna keep my baby, ooh ooh Papa I know you're going to be upset 'Cause I was always your little girl But you should know