Mom and Dad I'm living in Michigan with Uncle Ray He and Aunt Terry said I should write Said I should write or I should phone you I just don't have that
Can you guess how much one man can sit and drink in one night? But don't look so surprised Because this is a world where no one feels sorry for you, man
Tell the boys in the back, that Dan, he's crashed his Cadillac He ain't hurt nobody, 'least he wasn't drinking He was just outside Detroit, you know those
He used to work in Central Park where At least a dozen women broke his heart And there he'd sit and think about his past She lived in Brooklyn and she
Down in Tennessee Sits a girl alone She sings along with her favorite songs on the radio Only friends she sees Are on TV Magazine and movie stars
No it aint the way that your hair hangs down, and you dance like a clown We just don't like you around You were a New-Waver, it was 1983, I was new on
Love ain't on my side, love ain't special, love ain't great Lost in a fog, amusing spite to find my way Where did you go? I still curse you to this day
You play your stereo loud You've got your headphones on I see you dancing around To your favorite song It's 'Who Do You Love' I wanna know his name And
One, two, three Life is good, sometimes it's bad It has its ups, it has its downs Just sing a song and feel all right 'Cause that's just life And if
I would swim across the ocean I would lay down on a bed of nails But I'll spare you all the bull shit I will spare you all the desperate details Saturday
Often times I sit and wonder As I gaze out over yonder I'm so crazy about you So crazy and it's true I think you're wonderful Don't change I think you
Rock and rollYou are envy, I amSo uncoolStill I want to do the best I canLet?s meet on the corner and act like we?re old friends We can talk about the
I come, come up And slip into something It's the middle of the afternoon I come, come up The city's been patient And she's downstairs waiting for you
Here we go Singin' our songs with our soul Winter has gone Where do we belong? We have stayed too long Friday night So uptight, we get stoned Sit in
Why won?t you tell me what? Why won?t you tell me what? What?s going on with you? Why won?t you tell me what? Why won?t you tell me what? What?s going
Southern star, things are slow You're watching all these speeding cars, moving like you wish you could But oh, it's too bad 'Cos they drove away your
Sends a little photograph That she shot in the nude She doesn't wear a conscience She doesn't play by rules So turn me on, baby, every night And in the
Here comes the summertime, the feeling?s in the air. I remember cigarettes, tube socks, sun burns and long blond hair. Here comes the summertime, yeah