We don't, we don't, we don't Yeah yeah the punks are done Fuck those rock and rollers All the hip hop kids Think we give a shit, well I just take it over You love those rock and rollers I went out to take a walk with my baby daughter Brought her coat

To be there, To be there Don't you know, I'm on call She said call me now baby, And I'd come a running, I'm on call, One and all

Please don't, don't leave me here Take my hand and breathe in deep I don't understand why you can't take me with you I'll be okay I, I don't understand why you're leaving me The city of angels is lonely tonight Keep myself alight by candlelight So she

"One of these days you're gonna love me You'll sit down by yourself and think And what good friends we might've been And then you're gonna sigh a little Maybe even cry a little but One of these days you're gonna love me" Used to chase that boy home from

You give me hope to carry on You light up my days And fill my nights with song You light up my life So many nights I sit by my window Waiting for someone to sing me his song So many dream I kept deep inside me Alone in the dark but now you've come along

Baby won't you dance with me Sitting in the dirt Feeling kind of hurt And all is darkness in my room Baby take a chance I'm feeling kind of hurt I had a dream last night That I was piloting a plane

Got a Hennessy in my hand One more time 'fore I go Higher powers taking a hold on me I need a one dance 'Cause if you're down (back up, back up and) Baby, I like your style Ooh yeah, very long time Back up, back up, back up and wine it Where, where, where

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

If that's where you are That's where I'll be Holding you is revelation Baby I have seen the other side And there's nothing but lonely So I left for doing only what it takes To bridge the great divide I would ride across the mesa

Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye bye Johnny Good bye Johnny B. Goode She drew out all her money out of the Southern Trust And put her little boy aboard a Greyhound bus Leaving Louisiana for the Golden West Down came the tears from her happiness Her own little son