Mama told me when I was three. The street'll never get you no where. You take a street car jumpin' and back beat bump. And get along like it isn't there.
Well, mama told me when I was three. Lord, the street'll never get you nowhere. You take a street car jumpin' and back beat bump. And get along like it isn't there.
There ain't nothin' that'll rattle your chain. Like the top laid back on a Chevrolet. And the things the midnight makes you say. When you fall in love.