The first time I met her, she walked right up to me. And said, "You're who I've wanted to find". There was a man she had seen in her dreams. And it was me.
Is it that time agian,. Closing times closing in. Are they turning out the lights. Must I go home?. 'Cause her memory. Is haunting me,. Waiting there to see.
I don't get along. With people who aren't kind. I don't get along. With folks with only money on their mind. And I don't get along with someone. Who's always trying to tell me what to do.
I'm a Monday night football, Friday night pool hall guy. I ain't never been one to let a good time pass me by. You're standin' there statin' you're tired of waitin'.