feel right Well, just plain, clean and simple Wrapped up nice n' tight And homegrown and down-home, that makes one Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for
your wings and open wide (Open wide) So hot, so hot, so hot I'm a man on a mission, straight ahead Less talk, more action with no distractions I am all conditioned, thoroughbred Go for
followed it I'm tripping and stumbling across the land Full of miracles Into a world so far from home Miles and miles from nowhere Rooms without doors open for
' dry And don't like me makin' future plans And don't want me tryin' to pin her down She ain't about to give an inch of ground, no, woo Well, she can take me for
It's my life, get off my ass, get outta my face Man, I don't see no problem Kickin' back, ain't kickin' you, no no Anyway, if I make 'em, I'll solve '
the spank line, uh, whoa, oh Three dollars, first minute, gosh, man After that, cost ya four And she be up for negotiations, mmm hmm If you call back for
family No middleman, no IRS Your ticket out of poverty Oh, we're the lost generation I hold fate from a string Lookin' for a direction Reachin' out for
baby, woo! Someday, we'll be standin' on top of the world For a little while Standin' on top of the world Till we got stung Standin' on top of the world For
' falls into place, no Only missed by a fraction Slipped a little off your pace, oh The more things you get, the more you want Just trade in one for
