Lyrics:
Feels something like summertime
Top down ain't nothing but time
Radio's on and you're by my side
Feels something like summertime
These days
Oh by Jove and by Jehovah, you have set my heart aflame
(And to you, you Casanova, my reactions are the same)
I would sing thee tender verses but
your destination, but alas and alack!
You need some compensation to get back in the black
You take your morning paper from the top of the stack
inside
I'll be out back in my white Cadillac
Won't you join me for a ride
We'll go up to the mountain top
There I'll show all the goods I got
Don't look
by gosh, I'll never night-herd again.
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
Feet in the stirrups
show you a miracle, marvelous, rare
Gentlemen, you are about to see something
That rose from the dead
On the top of my head
Scarcely a month ago,
back again
I cruise around in a rag top ride
Make me feel alright
Make me feel alright
But now I got no one by my side
Make me feel alright
Make
write it
Want you to get better (woo!)
My life is so controlled by the what if's
(Girl, what's wrong with you? Come back down)
Is there anybody else
Yeah ma, your dude is back, made back roof is back
Tell the whole world the truth is back
You ain't got to argue about who could rap
Cause
your destination, but alas and alack!
You need some compensation to get back in the black
You take your morning paper from the top of the stack
can fall back on
Those of us raised up down home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word and hand shake
be hearin' me comin'
But I can't come inside
I'll be out back in my white Cadillac
Won't you join me for a ride
We'll go up to the mountain top
your whole steeze, it be in there boo (I need)
On top of that you got the good power-U (to get by)
You're all (you're all)
I need (all I need)
Ford,
The Cadillac doin' 'bout 95, she's bumper to bumper, rollin' side by side.
chorus
He cooled down, the motor cooled down
That's when I'd
So
Ti, a drink with jam and bread
That will bring us back to Do, oh, oh, oh
Do, a deer, a female deer
Re, a drop of golden sun
Mi, a name, I
a fact
You scratch mine and I'll scratch your back
Sugar, you're so fine, and the journey's fine
And we'll be fine
Oh, when we make it by and we get by
You've started back doing the things you used to do.
Pink in the mirror on top of the hill,
It's just like swallowin' up a medicine pill.
First thing
[Chorus]
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
Got the damn top
Got the damn top drop
Got
by
The Django and Jimmie
Has Mississippi
A young singing brakeman
A jazz playing gypsy
Might not have been
A Merle or a Willie
If not for
from cold night, in the morning
'Tis the morning of my life
In the daytime I will meet you as before
You will find me waiting by the ocean floor
drove before
Because I can tell by the way she ride that stick,
That she ride that dick like a rodeo eh
On top while I'm huggin' them thighs,
the highway
Spinnin' out sideways
Hundred mile an hour, we go
Top-down fast back
Nascar short track
Burnin' rubber down the road
When we talkin' and we
but you don't go back
You need some compensation to get back in the black
You take a morning paper from the top of the stack
And read the situations
Cause they just wanna live through me vicariously (vicariously)
Fashion weekend, Paris week, party like a rock star
Get blown by a top model till she
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