In you, don't you? I can see my baby swingin' His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up On the balcony and I'm singing Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I'm in love I can see my sweet boy swayin' He's crazy y Cubano como yo lala On the balcony and I'm saying

Baby, it's about time, oh Bringing back the sunshine Got my hands on the wheel and I'm flying Heart beat loud as the thunder rolls Lightning on the stampede of lightning roll I'm bringing back the sunshine Been forever since I've been gone Haven't held

You cut into my life Tar baby, tar baby Grandma came to see Something she could not believe How could her girl be Told the secret she conceived Oh, that big old smile of yours Could turn the wind into a song

I'm gonna break my I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run You wired me awake And hit me with a hand of broken nails You tied my lead and pulled my chain To watch my blood begin to boil But I'm gonna break Too cold to start a fire

Oh baby, you can find me. In the back of a jacked up tailgate. Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things. And I'll find peace. At the bottom of a real tall cold drink. Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank. Let's get this thing started. It's

Well my mama she didn't 'low me, just to stay out all night long, oh Lord Well my mama didn't 'low me, just to stay out all night long I didn't care what she didn't 'low, I would Boogie-woogie When I first came to town people, I was walkin' down Hastings

Carry him to his bury'n ground Walk him along, John, Carry him along Tell me where you're stormy Well General Taylor gained the day Well General Taylor he gained the day Walk him along, John, carry him along We'll dig his grave with a silver spade

Please come home for Christmas Bells will be ringing this sad sad New Years Oh what a Christmas to have the blues My baby's gone I have no friends To wish me greetings once again Choirs will be singing Silent Night Christmas carols by candlelight If not

Oh, I know how to levitate up off my feet And ever since the seventh grade I learned to fire-breathe And though I feed on things that fell You can learn to levitate with just a little help Come down, come down Cowards only come through when the hour's

M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss M-hmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss (Drip, drip, so slick, that's my lipgloss) Baby boy, gon' rot your teeth like what? Yeah, you know I'm sugary sweet Oh, damn (oh, damn) That flavor, flavor so good