Live out loud Hey ho, let's fucking go Hey ho, let's get up and rock n' roll I don't see the fearsome fright All I see is beauty shine Not much time to say goodnight I can hear you scream in the sky Nephew do you feel all right Always up in overdrive

Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, drooling over you Are we still good? Are we still good? The things you do Are you down for the cause? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down? These days, I'm letting God handle all things above

Rock you sweet And if we get on a roll Start feeling something deep Baby just let go And I'll rock you, rock you sweet Just holding your hand, while the sea breeze blows And the waves roll in, swaying those boats Girl it makes me think I'd like to rock

Oh, down beside your red firelight Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls Okay, okay! This is called, uh Fat Bottomed Girls! (One, two, three, four!) Are you gonna take me home

But you just licked the envelope Three cheers for my parents, Lonely failed experiments! I guess we'll have to move The neighborhood is on to us Let's join the little babes Throwin' rocks in front of us Riding on my bicycle I pass my sister on a bus

Go down easy and let me take my time. Roll it over, let's take it from behind. Rock me slow till I lose my mind. It's only love, God knows it ain't no crime. Roll it over. You don't know how much it means to be here in your arms.

'Cause baby's got the feelin' Baby wants a show Baby, won't you tell me Baby, rock 'n' roll Rock 'n' roll Baby gets tired, everybody knows Your mother tells you, baby has to show

Go down easy and let me take my time. Roll it over, let's take it from behind. Rock me slow till I lose my mind. It's only love, God knows it ain't no crime. Roll it over. You don't know how much it means to be here in your arms.

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

Shareef don't like it Rock the Casbah, rock the Casbah Rock the Casbah, Rock the Casbah Now the king told the boogie men You have to let that raga drop The oil down the desert way Has been shakin' to the top The Sheik he drove his Cadillac He went