They call it jazz, man That's the way they do it That's the way they roll They shake it down, down, down One, two, three He plays so sexy to me Three, four, five, six Kit's got some brand new licks Six, seven, eight

Oh, well, I love you, girl Okay, okay, ready? Okay, dynamics with tension Fun and laughter for all, honky rock A one, two, a one, two, three, four If you knew, Peggy Sue Then you'd know why I feel blue About Peggy, my Peggy Sue Yes, I love you, Peggy Sue

Oh, down beside your red firelight Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls Okay, okay! This is called, uh Fat Bottomed Girls! (One, two, three, four!) Are you gonna take me home

Can't live, can't live without you Stand up and shout We're ready to rock, we're ready to roll Stand up and shout Are you ready, are you ready Come on and get it One, two, one, two, three, four You stand in front of the band with all those scarves in

Half empty plane on New Years Eve The pilot comes on, says the year is almost gone Five, four, three, two, one Looks like it's just me and the whiskey You ain't here to kiss me Five dollar drink and a lonely window seat Love birds in the row in front of

I won't act my age, no I won't act my age No, I'll still feel the same around you When I'm fat and old and my kids think I'm a joke No, I'll still feel the same and you will too One, two, three, four 'Cause I move a little slow when I dance I can count

Cause it's always been a matter of trust It's a matter of trust Some love is just a lie of the heart The cold remains of what began with a passionate start One, two, one, two, three, four And they may not want it to end But it will it's just a question

There he goes... One, two, one, two, three, four... Know a man...his face seemed pulled and tense... Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds... So I approach with tact...suggest that he should relax... But he's always movin' much too

One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, oops Up and down, I think (On repeat, give me a count) The stuff that they know The one on the right and then turn it up while I'm counting One, four, five, six, seven, eight It's too loud

You fade in-out You gotta be bad enough to beat the brave Without a doubt I don't see no shine Today is just a daydream She fade in-out We fade in-out (Said, let's go) (One, two, three, four)