I wanna be your Friday night sweet ride Summertime sunshine barefoot in the moonlight I wanna be your jackpot hot spot wide Open road in a candy apple rag top I wanna be, wanna be your Friday night I wanna set you free, I wanna take you high I don't

Kinda makes me wonder Why you playin' with me? Do you think of me? So I'm waiting for the sun to come up Take me for a ride in your Beamer Ain't gon' stop 'til the stars are above Wish that you would talk to me 'Cause I don't really know just what to

Don't arrange to have me sent to no asylum Will he take a sailboat ride? Will he tell you he's alive? In the morning when the day's begun And in the evening or the noonday sun Jimmy Cream was keen, his brain wal always winnin', I can't keep tabs on mine,

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryin' to

To all the boys and girls outside You know I didn't cry But you saw me anyway In the back of the creek one day And if you're trying to get a ride On a roller skate or a bike Just ask me and I'll take you round The block and back this way again Why don't

(Whoa, whoa) (Here we come!) When the sun goes down, we're the small town smokin' gun Gonna ride back roads til' their ain't no road to run Gonna tip 'em back and drink 'em dry Leave it all out on the field tonight We ain't gonna stop, ready or not

Gonna hitch a ride Head for the other side Leave it all behind Never change my mind Gonna sail away Sun lights another day Freedom on my mind Carry me away for the last time Day is night in New York City

Another bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' That he's so willin' to make whoopee Now picture a little love

Stay alive, stay alive for me You will die, but now your life is free Take pride in what is sure to die Now the night is coming to an end The sun will rise and we will try again I will fear the night again I hope I'm not my only friend

Another bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' That he's so willin' to make whoopee Now picture a little love