My baby's comin home, my baby's comin home My baby's comin home I've lost the blues there's nothing else to lose I'm gonna count my twos I'm takin off my shoes When I first heard this boy, I did the twist The things I did before that made her go I ain't

They taped over your mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies Your little spies Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone Just the one two of us is counting on That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again Crush, crush, crush, crush, crush (one,

The burden and the noose Just cut me loose Lost in thought Recounting the cost when sanity became askew When turning the pages of life concentrated On killing the sorrow that tears us in two A faded memory of what used to be It can't be mistaken, the

All we see is sky for forever We let the world pass by for forever And we talk and take in the view Two friends on a perfect day End of May or early June This picture-perfect afternoon we shared Drive the winding country road Grab a scoop at À La Mode

I'm just like you You don't need to hide For I am just like you Yes, oh my God! Poltergeist On the count of two, You don't need to hide, my friend For I'm just like you

I'm letting go oh oh oh oh On the count of one, two, three I'll go ahead and cut the cord I've just gotta do it Maybe in the ruins I'll finally see the reason Can't change it, can't make this nightmare go away 'Cause I don't even sleep, I'm wide awake I

I'm just like you You don't need to hide For I am just like you Yes, oh my God! Poltergeist On the count of two, You don't need to hide, my friend For I'm just like you

We got an inner-tube, But we have got each other and gas in the tank, We got a trailer hitch. We're near the river and far from rich. Well, I won two dollars on a scratch off ticket, So I went back to the counter and I bought two more with it. And I won

I'll be there And I know when I need it I can count on you like four three two 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah Find out what we're made of When we are called to help our friends in need You can count on me like one two three You'll

Respect the game Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin' 'Cause when it's