I just want you to listen now (Yeah, I love you, I love you) Oh you told me, girl you told me Could've sworn that you told me Well, I'm tellin' you, I'm tellin' you Now I ain't through, I ain't through I, I ain't through, I ain't through I ain't done

She said rock 'n' roll is king She says rock 'n' roll is king Oh let those guitars play Play for me play for me Oh let that song ring out That's how it's meant to be Listen everybody let me tell you 'bout the rock 'n' roll Feel that rhythm and it's

And you, why you wanna stay? Oh my God! Have you listened to me lately? There are some nights I hold on to every note I ever wrote Some nights, I say "fuck it all" and stare at the calendar Waiting for catastrophes, imagine when they scare me Into

Welcome back to the pipe Oh, hello, thank you for tuning in You're listening to Breeze FM Where we shoot the breeze, all day long Up next we have a little treat for you A few new songs from new comer Mac DeMarco, So sit back and enjoy Ladies and

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Hello, hello Is anybody listening? Let go, it's everyone that's calling me Oh oh, won't somebody show me that I'm not alone, not alone Is there anybody, anybody? Yes I stumbled into the night We're touching but I feel like you're still out of reach But

And there's nowhere to go Where it's so white as snow Listen what I say, oh Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder Privately divided by a world so undecided Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed Step from the road to

My song of the end Take him back to Avalon Oh, I haven't been here for a while In blindness and decay The circle's been closed, now I've seen it all Listen crowd I'll tell you everything Though I have to say

So listen, oh Oh, you oughta spare your face the razor Because no one's gonna spare the time for you Morning's come you watch the red sun rise The LED still flickers in your eyes No one's gonna watch you as you go From a house you didn't build and can't

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a