She’s blowing up my phone,

With that acetone moan.

No getting in the zone,

With that acetone moan.

Like a dog and a bone,

With that acetone moan.

Don’t like that tone,

With that acetone moan.

Like a subprime loan,

With that acetone moan.

Dodging that roadside cone,

With that acetone moan.

Not bringing her home,

With that acetone moan.

No I’m not bringing her home,

She’s got that acetone moan.

Never getting in the zone,

She’s got that acetone moan.

Still blowing up my phone,

With that acetone moan.

I need that sweet new tone,

Of a Carolina moan.

I need that sweet new tone,

Of an Alabama moan.

Gonna’ bring her home,

With that Carolina moan.

Getting in the zone,

With that Alabama moan.

Start blowing up my phone,

With that honeysuckle moan.

I don’t need that acetone moan,

Take back that acetone moan.

I don’t want that acetone moan,

Bring me that sweet new tone,

Not that old acetone moan.

I don’t want that acetone moan,

Bring me that sweet new tone,

Not that old acetone moan.

I need that sweet new tone,

Of a Carolina moan.

I need that sweet new tone,

Of an Alabama moan.

Start blowing up my phone,

With that honeysuckle moan.

Don’t be critical baby,

Don’t be so mean,

Don’t be cynical baby,

Don’t be so keen,

To give me all you want now baby,

To give me all I need.

Don’t be so ferocious baby,

Don’t be so hot,

Don’t be so precocious baby,

Don’t be so spot,

On with those emotions baby, get,

On with this or not.

You get this song now baby,

You get this new track,

You get this art now baby,

You gonna’ play it back.

Spitting fire baby,

You feeling the heat,

Like a dragon baby,

You can not sleep.

You now acid tongue sung,

Acid tongue sung.

When you get that acid baby,

You about to melt,

When you get that venom baby,

You have never felt,

So insignificant baby,

It’s a disease,

So inconsequential baby,

It’s gonna make you bleed.

You now acid tongue sung,

Acid tongue sung.

Like a fall without a net,

Like a mold that ain’t set,

You now acid tongue sung.

You now acid tongue sung,

Acid tongue sung.

I’m being ferocious baby,

I’m being hot,

I’m being precocious baby,

I’m being spot,

On with these emotions baby,

I’m getting on with you or not.

Like a fall without a net,

Like a mold that ain’t set,

You now acid tongue sung.

Spitting fire baby,

You feeling the heat,

Like a dragon baby,

You can not sleep.

You now acid tongue sung,

Acid tongue sung,

Acid tongue sung.

Coming Soon

Coming Soon

Teddy, teddy, the spanish weren’t ready,

For that big ol’ bull moose on the loose,

And that rifle holdin’ steady,

That rifle holdin’ steady,

‘Cause when that big ol’ bull moose is on the loose,

The Spanish aren’t ready,

The Spanish aren’t ready.

Teddy, teddy, always kept his heady,

Gettin’ shot, fillin’ that speakin’ slot,

And that rifle holdin’ steady,

That rifle holdin’ steady,

‘Cause when that big ol’ bull moose is on the loose,

Always keepin’ his heady,

Always keepin’ his heady.

Teddy, teddy, was always at the ready,

To bust that trust, fight in the sand and dust,

And that rifle holdin’ steady,

‘Cause when that big ol’ bull moose is on the loose,

Always at the ready,

Always at the ready.

Teddy, Teddy, was the one that saidy,

To carry that stick and act real quick,

And that rifle holdin’ steady,

That rifle holdin’ steady

‘Cause when that big ol’ bull moose is on the loose,

Enemies never ready,

Enemies never ready.

Teddy, teddy, the spanish weren’t ready,

For that big ol’ bull moose on the loose,

And that rifle holdin’ steady,

That rifle holdin’ steady,

‘Cause when that big ol’ bull moose is on the loose,

The Spanish aren’t ready,

The Spanish aren’t ready.

Teddy, teddy, always kept his heady,

Gettin’ shot, fillin’ that speakin’ slot,

And that rifle holdin’ steady,

That rifle holdin’ steady,

‘Cause when that big ol’ bull moose is on the loose,

Always keepin’ his heady,

Always keepin’ his heady.

Teddy, teddy, was always at the ready,

To bust that trust, fight in the sand and dust,

And that rifle holdin’ steady,

‘Cause when that big ol’ bull moose is on the loose,

Always at the ready,

Always at the ready.

Teddy, Teddy, was the one that saidy,

To carry that stick and act real quick,

And that rifle holdin’ steady,

That rifle holdin’ steady

‘Cause when that big ol’ bull moose is on the loose,

Enemies never ready,

Enemies never ready.

Teddy, Teddy, we need a new Teddy,

‘Cause when that big ol’ bull moose is on the loose,

America’s always ready,

America’s always ready.

‘Cause when that big ol’ bull moose is on the loose,

America’s always ready,

America’s always ready.

Coming Soon

Coming Soon

I’m havin’ a day,

With that culito grande (or mi cumple grande),

Here on Espagnola Way.

I’m going crazy,

With you as my baby,

And this is all I can say.

Bailar conmigo,

Todo contigo,

Vida consigo oy ye.

I’m havin’ a day,

With that culito grande (or mi cumple grande),

Here on Espagnola Way,

Here on Espagnola Way.

I’m going crazy,

With you as my baby,

And this is all I can say.

Seras muy rico,

Con papasito,

Quando dico, ok.

I’m havin’ a day,

With that culito grande (or mi cumple grande),

Here on Espagnola Way.

Here on Espagnola Way.

I’m going crazy,

With you as my baby,

And this is all I can say.

Bailar conmigo,

Todo contigo,

Vida consigo oy ye.

Seras muy rico,

Con papasito,

Quando dico, ok.

I’m havin’ a day,

With that culito grande (or mi cumple grande),

Here on Espagnola Way,

On Espagnola Way.

Bailar conmigo,

Todo contigo,

Vida consigo oy ye.

Seras muy rico,

Con papasito,

Quando dico, ok.

I’m havin’ a day,

With that culito grande (or mi cumple grande),

Here on Espagnola Way.

On Espagnola Way,

On Espagnola Way.

Bailar conmigo,

Todo contigo,

Vida consigo oy ye.

Muy rico, muy rico,

My truck is exotico,

Bad a dah,

Bad a dah.

Muy rico, muy rico,

My body is exotico,

Bad a dah,

Bad a dah.

Muy rico,

Muy rico,

My boots are exotico,

Bad a dah,

Bad a dah.

Contigo,

Contigo,

My baby is conmigo,

Bad a dah,

Bad a dah.

Contigo,

Contigo,

My buddy is consigo,

Bad a dah,

Bad a dah.

Muy rico,

Muy rico,

That Jack is muy rico,

Bad a dah,

Bad a dah.

This is that down home reggaeton,

That will be blowing up your phone,

From Cincy to San Anton,

Shake your hips, move your lips,

To this down home reggaeton.

Muy rico,

Muy rico,

This sound is exotico,

From Nash to Puerto Rico,

Bad a dah,

Bad a dah.

Muy rico,

Muy rico,

This twang is exotico,

From Nash to Puerto Rico,

Bad a dah,

Bad a dah.

Contigo,

Contigo,

My baby is conmigo,

Bad a dah,

Bad a dah.

Contigo,

Contigo,

My buddy is consigo,

Bad a dah,

Bad a dah.

This is that down home reggaeton,

That will be blowing up your phone,

From Cinci to San Anton,

Shake your hips, move your lips,

To this down home reggaeton.

Muy rico,

Muy rico,

This sound is exotico,

From Nash to Puerto Rico,

Bad a dah,

Bad a dah.

Muy rico,

Muy rico,

That Jack is muy rico,

Bad a dah,

Bad a dah.

This is that down home reggaeton,

That will be blowing up your phone,

From Cinci to San Anton,

Shake your hips, move your lips,

To this down home reggaeton.

Let’s see you rope-a-dope,

Let’s see you cowgirl,

Let’s see you move them hips,

Let’s see you twirl.

Muy rico,

Muy rico,

That body is exotico,

From Nash to Puerto Rico,

Bad a dah,

Bad a dah,

From Nash to Puerto Rico,

Bad a dah,

Bad a dah dah dah dah dah.

Down there by the wishing hole,

Where the pennies go to grow,

And time it moves real slow,

Catchin’ memories on a fishing pole.

You’ll never see a sole,

Down there by the wishing hole,

Nickels and dimes setting goals,

Of breaking free and paying their tolls.

Yea, down there by the wishing hole,

We were young and on a roll,

With daddy’s boots that we stole,

Using mamma’s favorite bowl.

To catch all of our hopes in dreams,

From this water comin’ from the stream,

Cold and clear through our fingertips,

Fountain of youth when it touched our lips.

That’s why we all need a wishing hole,

Where the pennies go to grow,

And time it moves real slow,

Catchin’ memories on a fishing pole.

You know that in in PA,

Where I’m from and spent my glory days,

Sinking in the roots and in the clay,

There is something that we used to say.

When you’re down there by the wishing hole,

Wish for health, that’ll be your gold,

Warmth and strength and never fold,

Protection from evil and the cold.

Down there by the wishing hole,

The wishing hole,

Hole-ole-ole.

Yea, you’ll never see a sole,

Down there by the wishing hole,

Nickels and dimes setting goals,

Of breaking free and paying their tolls.

Down there by the wishing hole,

The wishing hole,

Hole-ole-ole.

Down there by the wishing hole,

Where the pennies go to grow,

And time it moves real slow,

Catchin’ memories on a fishing pole.

Down there by the wishing hole,

The wishing hole,

Hole-ole-ole.

Eat your peas please,

Don’t want to see you back here later,

Cryin’ for your mama,

With those skinned up knees.

Eat your peas please,

If you ever want dad’s ol’ hog,

If you want to become a man,

If you want them keys.

Eat your peas please,

Or I’ll make you do some chores,

Make you climb on up,

And trim them oak trees.

Eat your peas please,

Or you won’t ever see that girl,

You won’t ever learn about life,

And a little of them birds and bees.

Listen to your mama, and eat them peas,

It’s make your brain grow strong,

I want to see more of them As,

And less of them Bs.

When I was your age,

I always ate my peas,

Prayed three times a day,

Never used the lord's name in vain,

No, not even a jeez.

When you’re my age,

You will always eat your peas,

‘Cause them pills pile up,

And you’ll be stuck,

With those bills and medical fees.

So listen to your mama,

Listen to your mama,

You little mama’s boy,

Other than dinnertime,

You bring us so much love,

Our house so much joy.

But you gotta listen to your mama,

And eat your peas,

We shouldn’t have to beg,

Shouldn’t have to say please.

Take it from your daddy,

When you eat your peas,

You’ll grow up real fit,

Yea, you’ll be real strong,

Make them girls weak in the knees.

Yea, take it from your daddy,

When you eat your peas,

Just like Blake said,

You’ll get some of that sweet stuff,

Get some of those honey bees.

Eat your peas please-ease-ease,

Ease-ease-ease.

Yea, eat your peas,

Yougotta listen to your mama,

And eat your peas,

We shouldn’t have to beg,

Shouldn’t have to say please.

Eat your peas please-ease-ease,

Ease-ease-ease.

It’s up, down, delicious,

It’s short, tall, temptuous,

It’s white, black, bodacious,

It’s rich, poor, presumptuous,

It’s high, low, loquacious,

It’s bad, good, gracious,

It’s big, small, serendipitous,

It’s slow, fast, fastidious,

It’s dark, light, lascivious.

It’s left, right, righteous.

You’re feelin’ vivacious,

You’re lookin’ volomptuous,

You’re movin’ vociferous,

You’re groovin’ voracious,

You’re actin’ victorious.

You’re left, right, righteous,

Left, right, righteous.

That’s feelin’ scrumptuous,

That’s lookin’ delicious,

That’s movin’ marvelous,

That’s groovin’ glorious,

That’s actin’ zealous.

That’s left, right, righteous,

Left, right, righteous.

I’m feelin’ carnivorous,

I’m lookin’ precious,

I’m movin’ maximus,

I’m groovin’ dexterous,

I’m actin’ amorous.

I’m left, right, righteous,

I’m left, right, righteous,

I’m, I’m, left, right, righteous,

Righteous.

He’s M.I.A. in MIA,

Left on the railroad track,

And judging by the rum we had, he ain’t ever comin’ back.

The last we remember was that Bad Bunny song,

Dancin’ with that colombiana,

Where did we go wrong.

His boss is a callin’, his girl, his sister too,

It’s already Tuesday mornin’,

And what we gonna’ do.

Because he’s M.I.A. in MIA,

Left on the railroad track,

And judging by the rum we had, he ain’t ever comin’ back.

Hangin’ with the fellas, smokin’ some cigars,

What a weekend it was,

The only thing that didn’t go right was shooting over par.

Now that haze has faded away,

The white sand off our brains,

The last we remember were those cuties on the bay.

Because he’s M.I.A. in MIA,

Left on the railroad track,

And judging by the rum we had, he ain’t ever comin’ back.

We rented Ferraris, we shot some guns,

We had some mojitos,

Damn that club was fun.

Now some days have gone by,

That hangover has warn off,

The last we remember was waking up to fly.

Because he’s M.I.A. in MIA,

Left on the railroad track,

And judging by the rum we had, he ain’t ever comin’ back.

Because he’s M.I.A. in MIA,

Left on the railroad track,

And judging by the rum we had, he ain’t ever comin’ back.

Now it’s Thursday mornin’,

And hell I get a call,

Hey buddy where you at,

I’m with Maria, and damn that ass is fat,

Don’t you remember that Bad Bunny song,

We hit it off and chatted all night long.

He was M.I.A. in MIA,

Left on a railroad track,

Now he’s on the scene in Medellin and he ain’t ever comin’ back,

He ain’t ever comin’ back!

Rolling down the interstate, and damn she looks so pretty,

Those almond eyes, those hips so wide, those legs they really get me,

We get on down to Tommy Mac’s, the smoke just fills the air,

That hair flows long, humming that song, and those lips it just aint fair,

We stroll on in and take a seat, them two in the corner of the bar,

Her perfume strong, aint never wrong, and sweet kisses never far,

She leans in close, that warm breath on my skin,

Them legs look fine, no matter what time, and always ready to sin.

That voice like honeysuckle, this is what I hear,

She tells me she needs some love,

But all she needs is that Muckalucky Mud,

That Muckalucky Mud.

We get on home, and lord she is so fine,

That big ole smile, them curves for miles, them boots they are a crime,

Sitting on the front porch, sipping that sweet tea,

That silky voice, she gives no choice, she’s the girl for me,

She leans in close, her warm breath on my skin,

Them legs look fine, no matter what time, and always ready to sin.

That voice like honeysuckle, this is what I hear,

She tells me she needs some love,

But all she needs is that Muckalucky Mud,

That Muckalucky Mud.

She leans in real close…get closer to me baby, that’s it right there,

You need some of my love?

All you need is that Muckalucky Mud,

That Muckalucky Mud baby,

You need some of that mud,

That Muckalucky Mud.

Our love is smoke,

Hotter than charred oak,

Our love is fire,

Burning with desire,

Our love is lust,

Like the angel share dust,

Because our love is smoke.

That charred oak sings like sweet molasses,

That charred oak stings like your goodbye kisses,

That charred oak rings like my phone on Sunday,

That charred oak dings like your cold white stare,

That charred oak zings like your long brown hair.

Our love is smoke,

Hotter than charred oak,

Our love is fire,

Burning with desire,

Our love is lust,

Like the angel share dust,

Because our love is smoke.

That charred oak kisses like your suntan skin,

That charred oak misses like the day you leave,

That charred oak disses like your icy gaze,

That charred oak christens like the sunrise,

That charred oak listens like that look in our eyes.

Our love is smoke,

Hotter than charred oak,

Our love is fire,

Burning with desire,

Our love is lust,

Like the angel share dust,

Because our love is smoke.

Charred oak, barrel of rye, bourbon whiskey,

Dancin’ with a fiddle,

You and me, bottle in the middle,

Charred oak, barrel of rye, bourbon whiskey,

Our love’s a riddle.

Charred oak, barrel of rye, bourbon whiskey,

Dancin’ with a fiddle,

You and me, bottle in the middle,

Charred oak, barrel of rye, bourbon whiskey,

Our love’s a riddle.

Because our love is smoke.

You better pack lightly, it’s cold down here,

You ain’t in no economy seat, so have no fear,

No extra charge, no need to shed a tear,

You better pack lightly, because I gotta make something clear,

No hospitality, you ain’t even welcome for a beer.

Pack lightly, it’s cold down here,

Got more blood flowing,

From that big dead deer,

This cold snap ain’t ever gonna clear,

So you better pack lightly down here,

Yea, you better pack lightly down here.

You better pack lightly, it’s cold down here,

Got that permafrost, every day, every month, every year,

And sweet ol’ summertime ain’t ever comin’ near,

You better pack lightly, because I gotta make something clear,

No hospitality, don’t even think about bringing any gear.

Pack lightly, it’s cold down here,

Got more blood flowing,

From that big dead deer,

This cold snap ain’t ever gonna clear,

So you better pack lightly down here,

Yea, you better pack lightly down here.

You better pack lightly, it’s cold down here,

You ain’t gettin’ no heat, no steam, no sear,

No legroom, in the front or in the rear,

You better pack lightly, because I gotta make something clear,

No hospitality, like a jackhammer in your ear.

Pack lightly, it’s cold down here,

Got more blood flowing,

From that big dead deer,

This cold snap ain’t ever gonna clear,

So you better pack lightly down here,

Yea, you better pack lightly down here.

You better pack lightly, it’s cold down here,

Like that frigid water, pounding against that fishing pier,

This water spout, gonna make you wanna’ veer,

You better pack lightly, because I gotta make something clear,

No hospitality, you ain’t even welcome for a beer.

Pack lightly, it’s cold down here,

Got more blood flowing,

From that big dead deer,

This cold snap ain’t ever gonna clear,

So you better pack lightly down here,

Yea, you better pack lightly down here.

This cold snap ain’t ever gonna clear,

So you better pack lightly down here,

Yea, you better pack lightly down here,

Yea, you better pack lightly down here.

Get that Cat fired up,

Get that lock for your truck,

Get that pan in the muck,

Because she’s a soul digger.

Put that sluice on the loose,

Put that ax to the max,

Put that dredge on the ledge,

Because she’s a soul digger.

She’s takin’ 24-carat souls,

She’s chargin’ 24 dollar tolls,

She’s makin’ 24 hour goals,

Because she’s a soul digger.

Carat, clarity, color, cut,

Gonna’ wish you were buried like Tut,

Gonna’ fish with the boys while in a rut,

Because she’s a soul digger.

Get that Cat fired up,

Get that lock for your truck,

Get that pan in the muck,

Because she’s a soul digger,

She’s a soul digger.

Put that sluice on the loose,

Put that ax to the max,

Put that dredge on the ledge,

Because she’s a soul digger.

She’s takin’ 24-carat souls,

She’s chargin’ 24 dollar tolls,

She’s makin’ 24 hour goals,

Because she’s a soul digger.

Carat, clarity, color, cut,

Gonna’ wish you were buried like Tut,

Gonna’ fish with the boys while in a rut,

Because she’s a soul digger.

Get that Cat fired up,

Get that lock for your truck,

Get that pan in the muck,

Because she’s a soul digger,

She’s a soul digger.

She’s takin’ 24-carat souls,

She’s a soul digger,

She’s chargin’ 24 dollar tolls,

She’s a soul digger,

She’s takin’ 24-carat souls,

She’s a soul digger.

Lay me down in the field out back,

Next to Grandpa Jim and Uncle Jack,

The birds have a fiddle and a mandolin too,

And wouldn’t you know it, they are colored blue,

The worms play the banjo, the squirrels the steel guitar,

There’s not a person in site, not even a car.

I want to hear that sweet, sweet sound,

So lay, lay, lay me down,

In the bluegrass out back.

Yea, we got this bluegrass out back,

Rain or shine, it always draws a pack,

That whiskey still’s fired up and filling the air,

The po-po here and they don’t give a care,

‘Cause when the bluegrass is around,

It’s got everyone in town, movin’ to the sweet, sweet, sound.

So when it’s all said and done,

Lay me down in the field out back,

Next to Grandpa Jim and Uncle Jack,

The birds have a fiddle and a mandolin too,

And wouldn’t you know it, they are colored blue,

The worms play the banjo, the squirrels the steel guitar,

There’s not a person in site, not even a car.

I want to hear that sweet, sweet sound,

So lay, lay, lay me down,

In the bluegrass out back.

Lay me down, lay me down, lay me down.

That sweet sound, that sweet sound, that sweet sound.

Of the bluegrass out back.

Yea, we got this bluegrass out back,

Good times and dancing we will never lack,

You see that oak tree and that brown fence post,

That’s where I want to be, it means the most,

My Jenny and me, it’s where we shared our first kiss,

Eyes locked on each other, those plump Georgia lips.

So when it’s all said and done,

Lay me down in the field out back,

Next to grandpa Jimmy and uncle Jack,

The birds have a fiddle and a mandolin too,

And wouldn’t you know it, they are colored blue,

The worms play the banjo, the squirrels the steel guitar,

There’s not a person in site, not even a car.

I want to hear that sweet, sweet sound,

So lay, lay, me down,

In the bluegrass out back.

Lay me down, lay me down, lay me down.

That sweet sound, that sweet sound, that sweet sound.

Of the bluegrass out back.

We got this bluegrass out back.

I’m past that equatorial line,

We’ve got that dinner date at nine,

I’m not that astrological sign,

You better be there on time.

You’re that girl with the mostest,

Of that icy winter solstice,

You’re that southern hemisphere,

You so far yet so near,

When I get in your zone,

You push me back and moan,

Hey babe, I just want to be alone.

She’s got me,

She’s got me,

She’s got me feelin’ like my heart is torn,

In the tropic of capri-scorn.

She’s got me,

She’s got me,

She’s got me wishin’ I was never born,

Because I’m in the tropic of capri-scorn.

I’ve got that scorpion’s sting,

You’ve got that finger with no ring,

I’m not one to buy you bling,

You better bow down to your king.

You’re that girl with the mostest,

Of that icy winter solstice,

You’re that southern hemisphere,

You so far yet so near,

When I get in your zone,

You push me back and moan,

Hey babe, I just want to be alone.

She’s got me,

She’s got me,

She’s got me exiled to Dorne,

She’s got me trapped from night ‘til morn,

In the tropic of capri-scorn, the tropic of capri-scorn.

She's got that pow, wow, now,

She's got that hips, lips, dips,

She's got that bing, bang, boom,

She’s got that zip, zap, zop,

She’s got that, she’s got that,

She’s got that, she’s got that,

Body, hot toddy,

Swerve, big curves,

Shake, earthquake,

Look, I’m hooked,

Class, dat ass.

So let’s see that tush push woosh,

Yea, let’s see that tush push woosh,

That tush push woosh.

She's got that smoke, soak, toke,

She's got that hair, stare, fair,

She’s got that wet, jet, set,

She’s got that drip, drop, dip,

She’s got that, she’s got that,

She’s got that, she’s got that,

Body, hot toddy,

Swerve, big curves,

Shake, earthquake,

Look, I’m hooked,

Class, dat ass.

So let’s see that tush push woosh,

Yea, let’s see that tush push woosh,

That tush push woosh.

She's got that sting, ring, bling,

She's got that hot, got, lot,

She’s got that bump, rump, lump,

She’s got that ying, yang, yo,

She’s got that, she’s got that,

She’s got that, she’s got that,

Body, hot toddy,

Swerve, big curves,

Shake, earthquake,

Look, I’m hooked,

Class, dat ass.

So let’s see that tush push woosh,

Yea, let’s see that tush push woosh,

That tush push woosh.

She's got that a, b, c,

She's got that x, y, z,

She’s got that 1, 2, 3,

She’s got that you, us, me,

She’s got that, she’s got that,

She’s got that, she’s got that,

Body, hot toddy,

Swerve, big curves,

Shake, earthquake,

Look, I’m hooked,

Class, dat ass.

So let’s see that tush push woosh,

Yea, let’s see that tush push woosh,

That tush push woosh,

That tush push woosh,

That tush push woosh.

We got that charge, that hit,

Yea it’s running through our veins,

We got that pulse, that spark,

Yea we thrive on the pain,

We got those volts, those watts,

Yea it’s stuck in our blood,

We got that flux, that flow,

Yea, it’s what we do for love.

We like Wardenclyffe,

All energy,

Wardenclyffe,

Pure electricity.

We got that a, that c,

Yea it’s ripping through our body,

We got that plus, that minus,

Yea it’s getting us real hottie,

We got that grid, that fuse,

Yea it’s holding us on back,

We got those ohms, those amps,

Yea, it’s passion we don’t lack.

We like Wardenclyffe,

All energy,

Wardenclyffe,

Pure electricity.

We like Wardenclyffe,

All energy,

Wardenclyffe,

Pure electricity.

We got that twitch, that surge,

Yea it’s pure adrenaline,

We got that power, that tower,

Yea it’s like a machine set to spin,

We got those atoms, that fission,

Yea it’s about to explode,

We got that spike, that wave,

Yea, it’s a massive big ol’ load.

We like Wardenclyffe,

All energy,

Wardenclyffe,

Pure electricity.

We like Wardenclyffe,

All energy,

Wardenclyffe,

Pure electricity.

We got that light, that dark,

Yea it’s going all day,

We got that field, that force,

Yea it’s gonna’ make you pray,

We got those breaks, those poles,

Yea it’s coming from both ends,

We got that north, that south,

Yea, it’s not a matter of if, but of when.

We like Wardenclyffe,

All energy,

Wardenclyffe,

Pure electricity.

We like Wardenclyffe,

All energy,

Wardenclyffe,

Pure electricity.

We like our tea unsweet,

Our steak unfried,

Our roads unmuddy,

Our whiskey dry,

Our summers’ at the shore,

Eating a blueberry pie.

We like our y'alls like you,

Our manors half done,

Our misses on the court,

Our Sundays full of fun,

Our dogs in the back seat,

And baby we were born to run.

But I can listen to the Opry all night long,

And I know the words to every George Strait song.

So the hell with all of you in Tennessee, always telling me,

That this Yankee can’t country.

We like our college ball big,

Our portions small,

Our cars compact,

Our buildings tall,

Our kids will cuss,

And start school in the fall.

We like our chicken grilled,

Our fish smoked,

Our bread with holes,

Our feet get soaked,

Our girl can’t cook,

But always down for a poke.

But I can listen to the Opry all night long,

And I know the words to every George Strait song.

So the hell with all of you in Tennessee, always telling me,

That this Yankee can’t country.

So the hell with all of you in Tennessee, always telling me,

That this Yankee can’t country.

So the hell with all of you in Tennessee, always telling me,

That this Yankee can’t country.

We like our tea unsweet,

Our steak unfried,

Our roads unmuddy,

Our whiskey dry,

Our college ball big,

Our portions small,

Our cars compact,

Our buildings tall

So the hell with all of you in Tennessee, always telling me,

That this Yankee can’t country.

This Yankee done country,

Who said I ain't country?

You’re the boogey woogey oogey woman,

Of my night,

You give me all I need,

Yea, a big big fright.

You got it baby,

You done do it the best,

I can never shut my eyes,

I can never lay my head to rest.

You’re the one mama told me about,

The boogey woogey oogey woman,

That makes me scream and shout.

I got my rod, ready to real you in,

Before I do something bad baby,

Yea, before I really do sin.

I got nothing here that ever can match her,

She’s a dream snatcher,

A dra-dra-dra-dra-dream snatcher.

Yea, you’re the one mama told me about,

The boogey oogey oogey woman,

That makes me scream and shout.

I got my rod, ready to real you in,

Before I do something bad baby,

Yea, before I really do sin.

I got nothing here that ever can match her,

She’s a dream snatcher,

A dra-dra-dra-dra-dream snatcher.

It’s 3am, ain’t slept a wink,

I hear the drip drip,

Comin’ out from the sink.

You’re in my ear,

You’re in my head,

I just want this night to end,

And get to bed.

But you got it baby,

You done do it the best,

I can never shut my eyes,

I can never lay my head to rest.

You’re the one mama told me about,

The boogey woogey oogey woman,

That makes me scream and shout.

I got my rod, ready to real you in,

Before I do something bad baby,

Yea, before I really do sin.

I got nothing here that ever can match her,

She’s a dream snatcher,

A dra-dra-dra-dra-dream snatcher.

That evil in your eyes,

Don’t even try to disguise,

You’re a dream snatcher,

All held up by some lies.

You’re that boogey woogey oogey woman,

That mama warned me about,

I should have known,

I should have found you out.

It’s too late now,

Ain’t goin’ to bed,

You’re that dream snatching spirit,

All up in my head.

I give in baby,

You win, I give up,

You're’ that dream snatching spirit,

I’lll start up the truck.

I got nothing here that ever can match her,

She’s a dream snatcher,

A dra-dra-dra-dra-dream snatcher.

A dra-dra-dra-dra-dream snatcher.