Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Hop into my spaceship coupe There's only room for two (Me and you) And with the top down We'll cruise around Land and make love on the moon And with the top of you wrapped up In my space lover cocoon

Now my feet won't touch the ground Oh, love, don't let me go Won't you take me where the street lights glow I can hear it coming There's a wild wind blowing Down the corner of my street Every night there the headlights are glowing There's a cold war

Oh, if the sky comes falling down There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do Far from home Hey brother! Hey sister! Do you still believe in love, I wonder What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call!

Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, She looks so fine Like champagne or wine No one ever gets her Oh ain't she cool Plays us for fools If we want to let her Across the room she sees some buffoon Blown away by her style

Oh Lord I lay it down Oh let this be where I die Be lifted high as my Kingdom's fall Once and for all My lord with thee crucified Once and for all, once and for all God I give You all I can today These scattered ashes that I hid away I lay them all at

Oooooh oh oh oh, nananana Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

Johnny Cash The windows cracked on the Chevrolet My cigarettes in the ash tray The engines off and the radio's, down So nervous my whole body shakes The parking lot's full of people and They ready to see the preacher man Time to open up for the main act

Way up on Bear Creek, watching the sun go down Well, it makes me feel like I'm on my last go 'round If you stay up on Bear Creek, you'll get like Jesse James I'm going high, high, up on some lonesome hill Well, the water up on Bear Creek, tastes like

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever

I bless the rains down in Africa It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do Gonna take some time to do the things we never had (ooh, ooh) I hear the drums echoing tonight But she hears only