Flat Out Get It Lyrics - Singles - Webb Wilder

Three, two, one 

Do you know where your accountants are? 

Would you believe young mothers 

Have deserted their broods to dance 

At new age satanists rallies? 

Have you ever known 

Of the Rock And Roll Justice League busting 

A locking tremolo in your community 

Or are they merely paying lip service 

To your local guitar authorities? 

These and other questions 

Are raised in the following excerpt 

From Webb Wilder's Motivational Tips 

For Teens Manifesto And Rock And Roll Pamphlet 

At this juncture, let us deviate from the 

Preferace to these illusory comments 

To clear our minds of all secular 

And non ascetic questions and answers 

Which all will be covered in God's good time 

And play the electric guitar 

All right ha, ha, ha, ha 

All right ha, ha, ha, ha 

All right ha, ha, ha, ha 

All right ha, ha, ha, ha 

Come on little baby, don't you think its time to dry your eyes? 

Something got you down and Lord knows I can sympathize 

But why'd you even come If all your gonna do is mope around? 

Save it all for Sunday 'cause tonight we're gonna rock this town 

Let you feet lose their mind 

Do the dog, do the swim, do the Frankensteins 

Well, all right ha, ha, ha, ha 

All right ha, ha, ha, ha 

All right don't sweat it, flat out get it 

I got a hunch you're gonna like it a bunch 

Come on everybody, don'tcha be a sittin' on your hands 

Pick a wall flower start a swingin' like old Tarzan 

Make a monkey of yourself, be the best you've ever felt I know 

I'm a monkey man myself, I'm makin' peanuts after every show 

Thats all right I'm doin' fine 

You gotta stop and smell the dandelion 

Well, all right ha, ha, ha, ha 

All right ha, ha, ha, ha 

All right don't sweat it, flat out get it 

I got a hunch you're gonna like it a bunch 

Well, rock and roll is gettin' old now, they got it sellin' soap 

But its my only vice, I don't need liquor dice or dope, no 

What the heck I hit the deck and burnin' rubber off your soul 

Radio the woman don't forget the mist will knock you cold 

Just honky tonk all night long 'cause tomorrow we'll all be long gone 

Well, all right ha, ha, ha, ha 

All right ha, ha, ha, ha 

All right ha, ha, ha, ha 

All right ha, ha, ha, ha 

All right don't sweat it, flat out get it 

I got a hunch you're gonna like it a bunch