We in the championship We was down 3-1 (I can feel it coming in the air tonight) Champions of the United States (Oh lord) (And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life) Yeah, turn me up Cruz (Oh lord) Bombin' on any of them niggas that want the

We own the night When we are together its the time of our lives We can do whatever, be whoever we'd like Don't have to worry about nothing We own the night! (ah-ah-oh) Spend the weekend dancing 'cause when we sleep when we die We own the night!

If you need a little tenderness If you want a little something sweet You just come to me If you're hungry for some love at night I'll fix you up just right There's a tender place just down the way Where you can stay and I'm singin' Ooohh yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah oh Well I'm on the Downeaster Alexa And I'm cruising through Block Island Sound I have charted a course to the vineyard But tonight I am Nantucket bound We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday Left this morning from the bell in

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah turn on the lights, getting ready for the night Nobody's romancing, 'cause it's too early for dancing But here comes the music With the rest of the clowns Sweepin' the floors, open up the doors Bright light's flashing They cover up

You were lucky to be With somebody like me Baby I'm a queen, yeah yeah Oh, oh hell no You just set the tone You must have not known That I'm not no One night only, well No I'm not, no I'm not no

You wanna scream and shout They only come out at night She said I can't slow down If I wanted to We live for this shit, yeah We truly do I know you do Oh, I know you do I know you do too

I wanna move. Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Seven Thirty Seven comin' out of the sky. Oh! Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride, Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, try'in' to get a hand,

Goin' to run all night, goin' to run all day I'll bet my money on the bobtail nag, somebody bet on the bay. Well, I came down there with my hat caved in Oh I'll go back home with my pocket full of tin oh doo-dah day Well, the Camptown ladies sing this

All day long Now come on woman, come follow me home Oh well the sun go down Celebration in the town tonight They been slaughtering upon the stone Share out the meat Yeah, you really like to eat Come on woman, come follow me home Well, the priest he cries