its time to start. rock concert movement number one. the basic head bob. ready go. . rock concert movement number two. the one armed fist pump. ready go.
YEEHAA!!. . Here we go.. . Thats it.. . That's all there is to it.. . Alright everybody now here we go.. It's a brand new version of the dosido.. Just stomp your feet and clap your hands..
So we waved our hands as we marched along. And the people smiled as we sang our song. And the world was saved as they listened to the band. And the Banner-Man held the banner high.
Going down. Going down. Down where my breath is the only sound. Going down. . Going down. Going down. Don't look for me now--I'm not around. All day long, I'm underground.
I work on the highest floor. There's nothing in my way. But I saw my picture on the bathroom door today. I don't feel like working anymore, is that okay?.
In the back of my pick-up, out under the stars. Me and Miss Tina just talking about cars. She says I'm tired of riding with you up to lover's leap. She says I'm tired I'm riding in this old truck.
He was standing by the highway. With a sign that just read Mother. When he heard a driver coming. About a half a mile away. So he held the sign up higher.
(Justin Hayward). As the dawn is breaking on your future my child. is there none of your love alive?. if every door you open closes on me. I don't know if I can survive.
Parched land no desert sand, sun was just a dot. And a little bit of water goes a long way, 'cause it's hot. Three good buddies were laughing and smoking in the back.
That 73 Monte Carlo had a car load of Schlitz and innocence. Half a pack of daddys cigarettes and a cassette of Jimmy Hendrix. We parked beside the railroad tracks.
To think I'd ever disappoint you. The sky's right open now. Your ghost is floating through the telegraph wires. On the steamy streets far below. . You lie awake and over sober cicada torture.
Shootin Dr. Pepper cans with your brand new red Ryder. That old folding lawn chair makes the perfect x-wing fighter. Those no name baseball cards spinning in your spokes.
At a red stop light in some sleepy town. An old truck pulled up with the windows down. That song from the past was playin' full blast. . And all at once I was seventeen.
If you've never been in love. And you're longing for the happiness it brings. Try your wings. . If you're hungry for the sound. Of a lover saying sentimental things.
I've been married and married,. And often I've sighed,. I'm never a bridesmaid,. I'm always the bride.. I never divorced them-. I hadn't the heart.. Yet remember these sweet words.
Thou swell, thou witty, thou sweet, thou grand. Wouldst kiss me pretty? Wouldst hold my hand?. Both thine eyes are cute too, what they do to me. Hear me holler, I choose a sweet lollapaloosa in thee.