You make me feel so young And every time I see you grin I'm such a happy individual The moment that you speak I want to go and play hide and seek I wanna go and bounce the moon Just like a toy balloon Are just like a couple of tots

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

Thug for Life I will be (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) A life of crime I will lead (close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier) If you play the game, you play to win (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) This is the ballad of a dead

Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard The bigger the bill, the harder you ball Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long The quicker you here, the faster you go That's why where I come from the only thing we know is Work, work, work, work, work,

Love kills, drills you through your heart Love kills, scars you from the start 'Cause love, love, love won't leave you alone Love can play with your emotions Open invitation to your heart Love don't give no compensation, love don't pay no bills Love

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

Something in the way you move Something in the way you do it Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh But tonight I'm gonna lose it all Playing with fire, I was the first to fall Heart is sinking like a cannonball Baby, kill it, what you waiting for?

Now, if I was a bricklayer, I wouldn't build just anything; And if I was a ball player, I wouldn't play no second string. And if I were some jew'lry, baby; Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring. If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told. If I were a

I'm a busy man There's a little boy out in the driveway His basketball in hand Saying Daddy could we play a little one on one You pat him on the back and say not now son His sister's out on the sidewalk Setting up a lemonade stand Hey Daddy don't you