Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees Baby, just get on your knees (get on your knees) Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please I don't need a dozen roses You ain't gotta wine and dine me, no I don't need a pretty poet

Runnin' wild and solo Just as fast as thing goes, boy Give me some more She's my little rock star, man she knows it She's shooting whiskey singing 'Sweet Child of Mine', now She ain't into wine and dinin' Ridin' 95 sittin' shot gun pretty Turnin' this

He would spend it on the ponies He would spend it on the girls Buy his mother gin and roses For her poor old hennaed curls And when his wife said, "Hey now What did you get for me?" He socked her in the chopper Such a sweet, sweet guy was he

One day at a time smell the roses taste the wine That wheel keeps turning on and on, day and night No one survives ain't no use in cryin' One day at a time no stop signs or red lights What ain't dead is surely dyin' one day at a time Angels sing and

My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme Darlin', darlin', darlin' And all of my peaches (are ruined, bitch) I said real love, it's like feeling no fear When you're standing in the face of danger 'Cause you just want it so much

Oh, I'll twine with my mingles and waving black hair With the roses so red and the lilies so fair And the myrtle so bright with the emerald hue The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue Oh I'll dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay I will

They say immigrants steal the hubcaps Of the respected gentlemen They say it would be wine an' roses If England were for Englishmen again Well I saw a dirty overcoat At the foot of the pillar of the road Propped inside was an old man Whom time would not

And all the wine is all for me I'm in a state, I'm in a state Nothing can touch us, my love I'm put together beautifully Big wet bottle in my fist Big wet rose in my teeth I'm a perfect piece of ass Like every Californian So tall I take over the street