Turn on the radio! You wanna turn me on, turn on your stereo. You can sing along, while they're playin' my song. How you done me wrong, Baby crank it up! Until you blow the speakers out your Chevy truck. So listen Romeo, when you're feelin' kinda lonely,

This song's for you There's a million pretty girls all over Come on, eh, eh, eh What I gotta do to get you into my life? I could be your bad boy or baby I could be nice I would give you all the stars If you give me the night Been all around the world And

Don't rock the jukebox I want to hear some Jones 'Cause my heart ain't ready For the Rolling Stones I don't feel like rockin' Since my baby's gone So don't rock the jukebox Play me a country song Before you drop that quarter

Gonna put you back together Gonna put you back together (2x) And I look you in the eye You know this is the last time I'm Baby think twice Break you out again Break you out

You caught a vibe shootin' shots, why not? Baby, I'ma do it Baby, I'ma do 'em to you (You) I'm going non stop, my spot You caught a vibe, vibe shootin' shots, why not? Tell me the things you wan' do (Tell me) I'm going non stop, my spot (Yeah) Tell me

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

And baby I know you got your radio on Na na na na na na na And letting you go was wrong 'Cause I didn't know I needed you so I woke up again this morning And wouldn't you know it, pouring rain I went and burned a pot of coffee And like us I poured it

I'm guilty of, guilty of the crime Of lovin' you, baby Guilty of, guilty of the crime Take a look at me, baby It's a new love story You be the judge and the jury I'm guilty of the crime You're the only one who's ever heard my song I might be lonely now,

Lay your head down, lay your head down Don't pick it up Leave your clothes at the door Kiss your body before you give this love (Lay your head down) Looking at you now, baby, you a show-off Don't you slow down, baby girl, go off Let your hair down, let

Sing me a swing song and let me dance Oh baby, I don't want Let me warn you in advance Mr. Trombone, play some corn I ain't carin' what notes Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn Brother, give me hot notes Any tune on a cello Give the rhythm men a chance