Listen to the beat of my heart, babe.. Listen to the song it's singin'.. Look what you've done,. You've started bells a ringin'.. . So glad I've got to know you..
Nobody rocks 'em up like Dujour. Dujour. Ride on your motor bike with Dujour. Dujour. . Kicking it in the pants with Dujour. Hanging round the world. We wish you could be friends.
I don't wanna be your girlfriend. I'm just looking for a real good time, alright. Can you guarantee me satisfaction?. Need some action, gonna get it tonight.
Mmmm...Hey. Hey, hey. Backdoor lover. OOOh... . This kind of love is wrong. but you know it feels so right. Runnin' my hands across your cheeks. they're oh so smooth and white.
Dear Mama,. . Thought I'd drop a line. And give the news to you.. Town hoppin', hoppin' the town.. Anawanda, Kookamonga, Sham-ba-doo.. Everybody's hoppin' the town..
I'm a Punk Rock Prom Queen. Brown paper magazine. Hotter than you've ever seen. And everywhere and in between. . I'm a ten-ticket thrill ride. Don't ya wanna come inside.
Why do birds suddenly appear. Every time you are near?. Just like me,. They long to be. Close to you.. . Why do stars fall down from the sky. Every time you walk by?.
How may I serve?. How may I serve?. . I remember when I was just a boy who was trying to trust the world around me. And who was in it. What I found was so profound.
You say you got a thing for a man in worn out jeans. A Stetson hat and them alligator boots. So you want a man with rougher hands. That does what them city boys can't.
When the lonely set in, I fought back the tears. I don't love you anymore is so hard to hear. It felt like a mile from our door to my truck. Somehow I found the strength to fire it up.
Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun,. And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome son.. Our necks are burnt, our roads are dirt and our trucks ain't clean.
I put the good in front of bye, y'all. Put a hole in the drywall. Put the pedal to the firewall and I was gone. Met the boys at the starlight. Tried to drink a hundred Bud Lights.
That son of a boss can't boss us all around no more. We're all clocked out and clocked back into life. Let's take these measly paychecks we've been working for.
I'm not proud of the fact that I've used His name in vain. And I ain't sat in a pew in a few Sundays. And I don't always turn the other cheek. And I worked on the Sabbath last week.
Yeah, no one ever leaves this town, at least that's what I've been told. Your roots are in this ground, this is where you're supposed to get old. It ain't far from the fast ol' four lane and we both made our jokes.
I've heard about guys that go off the deep end. Slap out of their minds, and sometimes they dive in. To whiskey and women and all sorts of sinnin'. Over a thing like a heartache.
Yeah no matter what you drive. Saddle it up, it's Friday night. Hot mama shakin' them taillights. We're gonna take a midnight ride. Aw yeah. . We got blondes brunettes and them redheads.
Got my 40 clocked in, ready for some rockin'. Friday night pockets are full of green. Gonna get a little get right, loosen up the uptight. Lookin' like a good night to cause a scene.
I hear you're out there now. And you're doing all right. New lease on life in Hollywood. Ridin' around with the rag top down. Bet the west coast sun looks good on you.
I blame this new tattoo on a hundred proof bottle of whiskey. And the scar on my cheek to an '84 Jeep and an oak tree. Blame the cussin' on my Daddy, good looks on my Mama.