They call me Junior I live here on this street I earn two hundred dollars a week I'd like to say "Hey, thanks a lot." I know I'm missin' something But
He was a good lookin' guy Stood about six foot three Long brown hair As nice as he could be Everybody liked him But he didn't have a clue He looked silly
JOHN COUGAR MELLENCAMP Jack and Diane Little ditty about Jack and Diane 2 American kids growin up in the heartland Jacky's gonna be a football star Diane
Well, she started out to be a dancer She's gonna make her livin' dancin' in the Broadway shows SO she hitchhiked cross country from Pasaroba to the Big
We rode our horses in the city Didn't we love living there Now it's gone to those more beautiful 'Cause younger is always so pretty The marmalade the
When Jesus left Birmingham All the disciples went crazy When Jesus left Birmingham All the people went completely nuts They all busted out on a wild night
I'm tired of being grateful for a chance to take a dive I'm sick of everything I do just to keep myself alive When you cut away the skin that bears the
Well, I hear in Miami they have a lot of girls Who toast their flesh in the sun Living on allowances they receive from the old man at home To keep up
If you believe Won't you please raise your hands Let's hear your voices Let us know where you stand Don't shout from the shadows Cause it won't mean a
We see it on TV, we get calls on the phone By the prophets of doom, they won't leave us alone The planet is dying and there's no time to spare They spend
Tony Jones stabbed Alice Jones On their first anniversary Down in Dallas, Texas In a small apartment With nobody present He pulled out a knife And he
Well, our hearts beat like thunder I don't know why they don't explode You got your hands in my back pockets And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio You
Hey, don't I know you from somewhere Yeah, it was down in New Orleans In one of those back-street bars in the quarter Between Desire and Honalee You were
No songs on the stereo That we could sing with anymore No dance that I can do That would not embarrass you A sound bite here and there WIth no reason
Well I lived on the outskirts of town In an eight room farmhouse, baby When my brothers and friends were around There was always something' doin' Had
A million young poets Screamin' out their words To a world full of people Just livin' to be heard Future generations Ridin' on the highways that we built
Babe break me off a piece of your love Once it's on I can't seem to get enough So keep it up Keep it comin' uh What Break me off some baby You're wicked
Well, the record company's goin' out of business They price the records too damn high And the boys in the band could use some assistance Well, the record
