I got my old guitar and some fishin' poles So baby, fill that cooler full of something cold Don't ask, just pack and we'll hit the road runnin' Honey,
men and my guitar Hook: I'm stroking these guitar strings and stroking your body, Stroking these guitar strings and stroking your body, Stroking these guitar
pop in hand We're all obsessing about the rock n' roll band (Oh Yeah) Something's got me Spinning round, dizzy sounds When the songs you're playing Dancing around in my head Dancing
sexy Mama you're bringin' me to my knees Hands in the air like you came to party Shakin' that ass makin' the whole club freeze Get down get down Girl I wanna dance
the last day, time to go play Get yo check, get out that bitch You know where to go to get crunk with it Hit the club, get you drank on Hit the dance
can strum twice and make it all go away We'll tap every last drop until that beating stops And let the devil come join us dancing Across the yellow sun
I have a meeting in the basement with the fools who live with guitars in their hands from evening till morning" So I joined you, we sang and we danced
basement (Underground) With mad guys who live with guitar in the hand (Crazy) From evening til' morning So, I've accompanied you (Came with you) We sang, we danced
is not satanic, he's one hip hispanic He grew up with one dozen cousins and kin He wears baggy pants, he know how to break dance You've seen him do every
Beaster music Okay, young Jibbs The Beaster If the party start jumping And the beat start knocking And the cuties on the dance floor Out there popping
I?ll beast you And I am my own writer, I don?t use dead people Chorus: If the party start jumping And the beat start knocking Cuties on the dance floor
out at night And eat up bars where the people meet Face to face Dance cheek to cheek One to one Man to man Dance toe to toe Don't move too slow 'cause
wrote a flop Yeah, T. Rex and a drum machine That's all I need to smash that scene Let's dance, let's dance Let's dance Let's dance (to end)
the sun, Is saturday night on ba - (e7) you pon (a) pon. Oh the fiddles sing and the guitars ring, They have no thought of care or pain, It's time to dance
rock and roll Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll Someone always playing corporation games Who cares they're always changing corporation names We just want to dance
Saturday in the park I think, it was the fourth of July Saturday in the park I think, it was the fourth of July People dancing, people laughing A man
And the screen door slams, Mary's dress sways Like a vision she dances, across the porch As the radio plays, Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey that
the local cops, cherry top, rips this holy night The street's alive as secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars