Work work money made, Work work money made, Work work money made, Work work money made, Then went down to LA, They roped ?em in, She couldn?t get away
A little game of falling down, You rock ?n? roll when the call come ?round, Come on baby, and make some time, Made in the shade and you wished it?d turned
Why don?t you hang up, Won?t you back up Will you pack up and head for higher ground, I know you and, you know me, Tell me what it is you want it to be
All you women who want a man of the street But you don't know which way you wanna turn Just keep a coming and put your hand out to me 'Cause I'm the one
The storm is raging, Winds are howling, The water?s calling, rescue you, A flash of lightning, At times a frightenin?, A wind is coming, and the sun don
I see trouble coming man, Well I?m coming back to a fork, Sliding down a road, Gonna lick ?em on down, We?re gonna run right out, I?m a fighting fool,
Well, one mad shuffle, He says two women is trouble, Sweat out a duel, I?m humming right at you, I said you didn?t even rate, Commin? on at night, You
She was a danger, Aint no stranger, You give me rock ?n? roll, around the town, Just foolin? around, She?s gonna break ya, Wanna make ya, Gonna make it
Come on and blow your mind, You?re out of time, Oooh, beat your chest, Join in like all the rest, Oooh, shove?m back, Hey hey hey yes, Hey hey hey yeah
So your, havin' trouble with the high school head, hes givin you the blues, you wanna graduate but not in his bed, here's what you gotta do, pick up the
Idle juvenile on the street, on the street Who is kicking everything with his feet, with his feet Fighting on the wrong side of the law, of the law Don
She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean Was the best damn woman that I ever seen She had the sightless eyes, telling me no lies Knocking me out
One hot angel One cool devil Your mind on the fantasy Livin on the ecstasy Give it all, give it, Give it what you got Come on give it all a lot Pick it
[here comes the furor] Kick the dust, wipe the crime from the main street Await the coming of the lord Hangin round with them low down and dirty Bringing
I'm upper, upper class high society God's gift to ballroom notoriety And I always fill my ballroom The event is never small the social papers
I could be more like you Sometimes they don't wanna give your credit to you Wouldn't be a Destiny's Child if it wasn't for you DC-3 forever I'm thanking
Do you know Do you know Do you know where you will go? If a dc-10 ever fell on your head Laying in the ground all messy and dead Or a mack truck run
I live a simple life, I take a day at a time I spend my mornings with God before I hit the grind The subtleties of darkness never cease to amaze As a