Party's on, let it run You're in town having fun 'Cause you're looking for chance to run Let's run, whoa oh You're the fame, scream my name Gonna know it now the game is on Don't stop, whoa oh You're a hotshot, ten o'clock, ready for the night to rock

Well I'm a lover not a fighter So I kiss that girl and say goodbye now 'Cause I came for kicks not for arguments No whoa oh oh 'Cause I'm a lover not a fighter Leave a message after the beep Somebody fill in the gaps, somebody fill in the dots I feel

They say quitters never win There's a world outside of my front door That gets off on being down We only want to sing you to sleep But we walk the plank on a sinking ship Whoa, oh, oh, oh We need umbrellas on the inside A penny for your thoughts, but a

Something big I feel it happening Oh oh oh oh whoa Oh oh oh oh whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh Whoa oh oh oh oh whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh Whoa oh oh oh oh Out of my control Pushing and pulling and it's grabbing me Feel it in my bones like Something big

Baby, what'd I say? Tell your momma, tell your pa, Gonna move you back to Arkansas. All right, baby what'd I say? Whoa, all right, baby what'd I say? Oh baby, oh baby. All right, baby, what'd I say? Oh, all right, yeah. Yeah, what'd I say?

She don't like the lights whoah woh oh She don't, she don't, She don't like the lights Don't wanna share with no one else, Want me to herself She don't like the flash, wanna keep us in the dark She don't like the fame, hated when we're miles apart And

Just like the cigarettes hurt I guess I'm never gonna learn Just like the whiskey burns, whoa wohoa I am rock and roll, living a life we can only dream of They said that self destruction I stopped below and for along My only home is the bottom of the

(La, la-la-la, la, la, la) I go a swingin' school Whoa-whoa-whoa (Ah, Bobby, ah) (We're glad you go to a swingin' school) (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh) Chicks (ah)

The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie) Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah The Jean Genie lives on his back Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and

(Chicka) No! Ladies in the club like Whoa! (Whoa) Turn a nigga down like Oh! (no!) We open up they mind like yo (yo) Cause, you can't touch me T-M-Royce 5