Lyrics:
SHOT GLASS CLANGIN', OLD JUKEBOX SANGIN'
SOMETHIN' BOUT A NEON LIGHT
POOL BALLS CRACKIN', PRETTY GIRLS LAUGHIN'
AT SOME DRUNK GUYS PICKUP LINE
You took the red line home that day
The sky was grey and you were looking blue
I wrote down some more things to say for the day I finally talk to you
only make it worse
I'll call my buddy Koji
He can fix anything
And he owes me
And my, just look at the time
It's almost beer-thirty
Ya must be
Doggy underwear
For all the bitches I might take home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
it's not lost yet
I'd pay a thousand dollars just to see your silhouette
Red is the rose's color, blue is the violet's
Here's my number baby, when you
you cry
Couldn't stand to see you - with another guy
It's the bluest blues - and it cuts me like a knife
It's the bluest blues - since you walked out
This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back
He's an animal
He's hungry
#4:
Man, these guys are just pathetic.
YUPPIE #3:
Would you morons care to step outside?
D:
Blue and yellow doesn't work for me. You need some
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
why
I'm just me, there's no clone
Shorty coming by
Try to smoke, all of my dro
Had to tell her BYE, and I sent her ass on home
I'm the type of guy,
Move
the blue, you’re in love,
Spending all your extra time on the phone,
Cooking up a quiet dinner at home,
Fixing up your hair to make it just right,
You’re
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
Doggy underwear
For all the bitches I might take home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks
Mile 20 South and hard white gravel under wheel
Left my lowdown back at home but brought my blues along
To the graveyard of white lilies where it all
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
a awful state
And the Christmas tree we stole from down the street
We could hardly decorate
So take me home
Im so lonesome I could cry
The sound of angels
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
home and hit you on Sunday
Don't look so small, I'm not bigger than you
But I've got blues enough to smash your bones
I've lit up my life with
"sure why not? I got no family. You seem like a nice guy."
So we went off to America,
The home of apple pie.
On the boat the Old Man told me,
I would be
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
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