Pass a beer One more long day down, the coast is clear Looks like we're alright and all right here You wake up, the guy on the radio Says it's time to get where we gotta go Gotta do what we all gotta do to get to the part where we get to cut loose And

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

Aways-away and gone awry On a Wichita Monday night (Kelly/Mann) Our super-hero in a maple-leaf cape Was locked in the trunk of a car And he escaped He's a Moosehead muppet on An ex-pat kick Got a valid passport and he's proud of it Prairie boy-wonder why

Tie your mother down Give me all your love tonight Get your party gown and get your pigtail down And get your heart beating baby Got my timing right I got my act all tight It´s gotta be tonight My little school babe Your mama says you don´t And your

Good morning Get on down Hustlers, that's if you're still livin' Every time that we hear them Get, get on down Uh, good morning Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed I mean, damn, did you even see the test

Ever since the day we met And you are jealous when we're apart I've been downhearted baby I said I've been downhearted baby Our love is nothing but the blues, woman Baby, how blue can you get? You're evil when I'm with you Yes, I said you're evil You're

I sing the body electric Sing the body electric I sing the body electric, baby Grand Ole Opry, feelin' alright I'm on fire We get down every Friday night Dancin' and grindin' in the pale moonlight Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind Elvis is my

All day, every day is a holiday All day, every day all we gotta say We're alright, 24/seven Try and knock us down We'll get up every time We can run this town So let's do what we like, do what we like

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Go ahead and jump I got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen Ah, can't you see what I mean? Ah, might as well jump Might as well jump (jump) I get up, and nothin' gets me down