(Why you so jealous) over me (why you so jealous?) (Why you catchin' feelings) jealousy over me (why you catchin' feelings?) Whoa, oh, oh oh oh oh oh, yeah This time's not done, but I'm drinking now Unless they find ya', intertwine with me She don't like

Whoah, the girl I love, she got long black wavy hair I do declare! The girl I love, yeah, she got long black wavy hair, Her mother and her father, lordy, They sure don't, sure don't allow me there. Well i, I'm goin? back to my baby, lord i, I swear I

Stomp your hands Clap your feet To the beat Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh) Woo-woo yeah Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down now mother don't play dead

I should've said something Whoa oh oh oh So we board up the windows we used to look through Yeah, I should've said something to you I should've said something to you When I saw you walk away Instead, I did nothing You're gone and it's too late

Like baby, baby, baby no Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby oh I thought you'd always be mine (mine) Like baby, baby, baby ooh I thought you'd always be mine Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (now I'm all gone) Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa

Car wash yeah At the car wash (Car wash, yeah) (Work and work) And the boss don't mind sometimes if you act a fool Whoa whoa whoa whoa

That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (whoa!) That's how much we have in common (woo!) That's how much we have in common Brain dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops They bed, iPod Trainwrecks, sidewalks Playtex, icebox

And we got everybody singing Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh I've hoped for change There's something wrong 'Cause everybody knows Were doing fine And I'll confess That I can be a little selfish Yeah I'll admit

I got, yeah I got plenty whoadie I got hittas whoadie Tell 'em bring my car around Yeah I got plenty whoadie Goddamn, these snitches nosy Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at

Whoa whoa whoa Here's one for the underdogs Let 'em hear you ya'll Well hell yeah they might get knocked down But everybody loves how they don't stay down for long Pretty soon they're ten feet tall From odds stacked, can't win, to the comeback kid Yeah