Wild Boys

Written by John Taylor, Simon Le Bon, Nick Rhodes, Andy Taylor and Roger Taylor

Performed by Duran Duran

Wild boys, wild boys, wild boys
Wild boys

The wild boys are calling on their way back from the fire
In August moon's surrender to a dust cloud on the rise
Wild boys fallen far from glory, reckless and so hungered
On the razor's edge you trail because there's murder
By the roadside in a sore afraid new world

They tried to break us, looks like they'll try again

Wild boys never lose it
Wild boys never chose this way
Wild boys never close your eyes
Wild boys always shine

You got sirens for a welcome, there's bloodstain for your pain
And your telephone been ringing while you're dancing in the rain
Wild boys wonder where is glory, where is all you angels
Now the figureheads have fell
And lovers war with arrows over secrets they could tell

They tried to tame you, looks like they'll try again

Wild boys never lose it
Wild boys never chose this way
Wild boys never close your eyes
Wild boys always shine

Wild boys, wild boys, wild boys
Wild boys, wild boys, wild boys

Wild boys never lose it
Wild boys never chose this way
Wild boys never close your eyes
Wild boys always
Wild boys never lose it
Wild boys never chose this way
Wild boys never close your eyes
Wild boys always
Wild boys never lose it
Wild boys never chose this way
Wild boys never close your eyes

The End of the World

Written by Sylvia Dee and Arthur Kent

Performed by Skeeter Davis

Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
'Cause you don't love me any more

Why do the birds go on singing?
Why do the stars glow above?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when I lost your love

I wake-up in the morning, and I wonder
Why everything's the same as it was
I can't understand, no, I can't understand
How life goes on the way it does

Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said, "Good-bye"

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
(Why do these eyes of mine cry?)
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said, "Good-bye"

Cracklin' Rosie

Written by Neil Diamond

Performed by Neil Diamond

Aw, Cracklin' Rosie, get on board
We're gonna ride
'Till there ain't no more to go
Taking it slow
And Lord, don't you know
We'll have me a time with a poor man's lady

Hitchin' on a twilight train
Ain't nothing here that I care to take along
Maybe a song
To sing when I want
No need to say please to no man
For a happy tune

Oh, I love my Rosie child
You got the way to make me happy
You and me we go in style

Cracklin' Rose
You're a store bought woman
But you make me sing like a guitar hummin'
So hang on to me, girl
Our song keeps runnin' on
Play it now, play it now
Play it now, my baby

Cracklin' Rosie, make me a smile
Girl, if it lasts for an hour, that's all right
Cus We got all night to set the world right
Find us a dream that don't ask no questions
Yeah

Oh, I love my Rosie child
You got the way to make me happy
You and me we go in style

Cracklin' Rose
You're a store bought woman
But you make me sing like a guitar hummin'
So hang on to me, girl
Our song keeps runnin' on
Play it now, play it now
Play it now, my baby

Cracklin' Rosie, make me a smile
Girl, if it lasts for an hour, that's all right
'Cause we got all night
To set the world right
Find us a dream that don't ask no questions

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba

Signs

Written by Les Emmerson

Performed by Five Man Electrical Band

And the sign said
"Long-haired freaky people
Need not apply"
So I tucked my hair up under my hat
And I went in to ask him why
He said, "You look like a fine upstandin' young man
I think you'll do"
So I took off my hat and said, "Imagine that
Huh, me workin' for you"
Whoa

Sign, sign
Everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery
Breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that
Can't you read the sign?

And the sign said
"Anybody caught trespassin'
Will be shot on sight"
So I jumped on the fence and I yelled at the house
"Hey! What gives you the right
To put up a fence to keep me out
But to keep Mother Nature in?
If God was here, he'd tell you to your face
'Man, you're some kind of sinner'"

Sign, sign
Everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery
Breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that
Can't you read the sign?

Now, hey you, mister, can't you read?
You got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
You can't even watch, no, you can't eat
You ain't supposed to be here

The sign said, "You've got to have a membership card
To get inside"
Uh

And the sign said
"Everybody welcome
Come in, kneel down and pray"
But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all
I didn't have a penny to pay
So I got me a pen and a paper
And I made up my own little sign
I said, "Thank you, Lord, for thinkin' 'bout me
I'm alive and doin' fine"
Woo!

Sign, sign
Everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery
Breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that
Can't you read the sign?

Sign, sign
Everywhere a sign

Sign

Desperado

Written by Glenn Frey and Don Henley

Performed by The Eagles

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You've been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you
(Let somebody love you)
You better let somebody love you before it's too late

Wipe Out

Written by Will Hudon

Performed by The Fat Boys and The Beach Boys

Hee-hee-hee-hee, wipeout!

Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout, hey, watch out (here we go here go!)
(Wah-wah-wah) wipin' out, wipeout

For three years straight we toured the nation
When we get through we needed a vacation
We wanted to party and get a little rest
So we packed our things and headed out west
We got the surfboards, took the beachball out
Jumped in a limousine ready to "wipeout"

Now we're ready to go
Here we go, here we go
Hup, hup-two, hup-two, hit it D, here we go

We got to california, I said headed for the beach
There were girls galore all within our reach
There was sand and sun and lots of fun
But when we get there the fun really begun
So we cut on the box and started to shout
It was the Beach Boys rockin', huh-huh the "Wipeout"

Wa-ah-ah-ah, wawawa-ooh-oo
Wa-ah-ah-ah, wawawa-ooh-oo
That's it, that-that, that's it, dit-dit-dit-dit-dit, hit it, D

The sun went down and the night began
We was rapping for the people cold chillin' my man
Just partying hard making lots of noise
When around the corner came the real Beach Boys
So we all jumped up and started to shout
"Let's all sing the song called the 'Wipeout'"

Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout
(Wah-wah-wah) wipin' out, wipeout (stay on your, stay on your, stay on your feet!)
Bring it out, bring it out, y'all

Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout (ah, wah-wah)
Wipin' out, wipeout, wipin' out, wipeout, hey, watch out
(Wah-wah-wah) wipin' out, wipeout

Be Good To Yourself

Written by Steve Perry, Neal Schon and Jonathan Cain

Performed by Journey

Runnin' out of self-control
Gettin' close to an overload
Up against a no-win situation

Shoulder to shoulder, push and shove
I'm hangin' up my boxin' gloves
I'm ready for a long vacation
Yeah

Be good to yourself when
(Nobody else will) Nobody else will
(Wo-oh, be good to yourself)
(You're walkin' a high wire) You're walkin' a high wire
(Caught in a crossfire) Caught in a crossfire
(Wo-oh, be good to yourself)

When you can't give no more
They want it all, but you gotta say no
I'm turnin' off the noise that makes me crazy
Lookin' back with no regrets
To forgive is to forget
I want a little piece of mind to turn to

Be good to yourself when
(Nobody else will) Nobody else will
(Wo-oh, be good to yourself)
Yeah, yeah
(You're walkin' a high wire) You're walkin' a high wire
(Caught in a crossfire) Caught in a crossfire
(Wo-oh, be good to yourself)

Be good
(Good to yourself when, nobody else will)
Go-ohh-oh-ohh-oh-oh-ohh-oh

I Like Beer

Written by Tom T. Hall

Performed by Tom T. Hall

In some of my songs I have casually mentioned
The fact that I like to drink beer
This little song is more to the point
Roll out the barrel and lend me your ears

I like beer. It makes me a jolly good fellow
I like beer. It helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow (Makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, vodka puts my mouth in gear
This little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact I like beer
(He likes beer)

My wife often frowns when we're out on the town
And I'm wearing a suit and a tie
She's sipping vermouth and she thinks I'm uncouth
When I yell as the waiter goes by

Last night I dreamed that I passed from the scene
And I went to a place so sublime
Aw, the water was clear and tasted like beer
Then they turned it all into wine (awww)

I like beer. It makes me a jolly good fellow
I like beer. It helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow (Makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, and vodka puts my mouth in gear
Aw, this little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact I love beer
(Yes, he likes beer)

You Look So Good In Love

Written by Glen Ballard, Rory Michale Bourke and Kerry Chater

Performed by George Strait

Oh how you sparkle
And oh how you shine
The flush on your cheeks
Is more than the wine

That I didn't do
Whatever he's doing
It looks good on you

You look so good in love
That's easy to see
You look so good in love
I wish you still wanted me

He must have stolen
The stars from the sky
To wear in your eyes

I had my chances
But I set you free
And now I wonder

You look so good in love
You want him
Its easy to see
You look so good in love

Darling I've wasted a lot of years not seeing the real you
But tonight your beauty is shining through
And I never took the time to let you know

Daydream Believer

Written by John Stewart

Performed by The Monkees

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen

You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed
Now you know how happy I can be
Oh, and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend
But how much, baby, do we really need

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen

House of the Rising Sun

Written by Alan Price, Leo Leandros and Arno Flor

Performed by The Animals

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Dear God, I know I was one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans

And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's a drunk

Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
To spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun

I got one foot on the platform
And another on the train
And I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Dear God, I know I was one
Dear God, I know I was the one

A Different Corner

Written by George Michael

Performed by George Michael

I'd say love was a magical flame
I'd say love would keep us from pain
Had I been there, had I been there

I would promise you all of my life
But to lose you would cut like a knife
So I don't dare, no I don't dare

'Cause I've never come close in all of these years
You are the only one to stop my tears
And I'm so scared, I'm so scared

Take me back in time maybe I can forget
Turn a different corner and we never would have met
Would you care

I don't understand it, for you it's a breeze
Little by little you've brought me to my knees

Don't you care
No I've never come close in all of these years
You are the only one to stop my tears
I'm so scared of this love

And if all that there is, is this fear of being used
I should go back to being lonely and confused
If I could, I would, I swear

L.A. Woman

Written by Jim Morrison, John Paul Densmore, Raymond Manzarek and Robert Krieger

Performed by The Doors

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light
Or just another lost angel, city of night
City of night, city of night, city of night, woo, come on

L.A. woman, L.A. woman
L.A. woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. woman Sunday afternoon
Drive through your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue blues
Into your blues, oh, yeah

I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' down your freeways
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone

Motel money murder madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness

Mister mojo risin', mister mojo risin'
Mister mojo risin', mister mojo risin'
Got to keep on risin'
Mister mojo risin', mister mojo risin'
Mojo risin', gotta mojo risin'
Mister mojo risin', gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'
Gone risin', risin'
I'm gone risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
Woah, ohh yeah

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light
Or just another lost angel, city of night
City of night, city of night, city of night, whoa, come on

L.A. woman, L.A. woman
L.A. woman, you're my woman
Little L.A. woman, little L.A. woman
L.A. L.A. woman woman
L.A. woman, come on

Ain't No Mountain High Enough

Written by Nickolas Ashford and Valerie Simpson

Performed by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

Listen baby, ain't no mountain high
Ain't no valley low, ain't no river wide enough, baby
If you need me call me, no matter where you are
No matter how far, don't worry, baby
Just call my name, I'll be there in a hurry
You don't have to worry

'Cause, baby, there ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you, babe

Remember the day I set you free
I told you you could always count on me, darling
From that day on, I made a vow
I'll be there when you want me
Some way, somehow

'Cause, baby, there ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you, babe

Oh no, darling
No wind, no rain
Or winter's cold can stop me, baby, na na, baby
'Cause you are my goal
If you're ever in trouble
I'll be there on the double
Just send for me, oh, baby, ha

My love is alive (woo)
Way down in my heart
Although we are miles apart
If you ever need a helping hand
I'll be there on the double
Just as fast as I can
Don't you know that there

Ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you, babe

Don'tcha know that there
Ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
Ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough

Stuck With You

Written by Christopher John Hayes and Huey Lewis

Performed by Huey Lewis and the News

We've had some fun, and yes we've had our ups and downs
Been down that rocky road, but here we are, still around
We thought about someone else, but neither one took the bait
We thought about breaking up, now we know it's much too late

We are bound by all the rest
Like the same phone number
All the same friends
And the same address

I am happy to be stuck with you
(Ooh) Yes, it's true (yes, it's true)
I'm so happy to be stuck with you
(Ooh) 'Cause I can see (I can see)
That you're happy to be stuck with me

We've had our doubts
We never took them seriously
And we've had our ins and outs (ooh, wa-ooh)
But that's the way it's supposed to be
We thought about giving up (giving up)
But we could never stay away
(Ooh, wa-ooh) We thought about breaking up
But now we know it's much too late

And it's no great mystery (ooh)
If we change our minds
Eventually, it's back to you and me

I am happy to be stuck with you
(Ooh) Yes, it's true (yes, it's true)
I'm so happy to be stuck with you
(Ooh) 'Cause I can see (I can see)
That you're happy to be stuck with me

We are bound by all the rest (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Like the same phone number
All the same friends
And the same address

I am happy to be stuck with you
(Ooh) Yes, it's true (yes, it's true)
I'm so happy to be stuck with you
(Ooh) 'Cause I can see (I can see)
That you're happy to be stuck with me

I'm so happy to be stuck with you
(Ooh, wa-ooh) I'm happy to be stuck with you
(Ooh, wa-ooh) Happy to be stuck with you
(Ooh, yes, it's true)

I'm Not In Love

Written by Eric Stewart and Graham Gouldman

Performed by 10cc

I'm not in love
So don't forget it
It's just a silly phase I'm going through
And just because
I call you up
Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made
I'm not in love, no no, it's because..

I like to see you
But then again
That doesn't mean you mean that much to me
So if I call you
Don't make a fuss
Don't tell your friends about the two of us
I'm not in love, no no, it's because..

I keep your picture
Upon the wall
It hides a nasty stain that's lying there
So don't you ask me
To give it back
I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me
I'm not in love, no no, it's because..

(Be quiet, big boys don't cry)
(Big boys don't cry)
(Big boys don't cry)
(Big boys don't cry)
(Big boys don't cry)
(Big boys don't cry)
(Big boys don't cry)
(Big boys don't cry)
(Big boys don't cry)
(Big boys don't cry)

Ooh you'll wait a long time for me
Ooh you'll wait a long time
Ooh you'll wait a long time for me
Ooh you'll wait a long time

I'm not in love
So don't forget it
It's just a silly phase I'm going through
And just because I call you up
Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made
I'm not in love
I'm not in love

Cherry Bomb

Written by Joan Jett and Kim Fowley

Performed by The Runaways

Can't stay at home, can't stay in school
Old folks say, "You poor little fool"
Down the streets I'm the girl next door
I'm the fox you've been waiting for

Hello, daddy, hello, mom
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb

Stone Age love and strange sounds too
Come on, baby, let me get to you
Bad nights causing teenage blues
Get down ladies, you've got nothin' to lose

Hello, daddy, hello, mom
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb

Hello, daddy, hello, mom
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb

Hey, street boy, want some style?
Your dead end dreams don't make you smile
I'll give you something to live for
Have you and grab you until you're sore

Hello, daddy, hello, mom
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
Cherry bomb
Cherry bomb
Cherry bomb
Cherry bomb
Cherry Bomb

Come and Get Your Love

Written by Lolly Vegas

Performed by Redbone

Hey (hey) what's the matter with your head, yeah
Hey (hey) what's the matter with your mind and your sign and oh
Hey (hey) nothin' the matter with your head
Baby, find it, come on and find it
Bear with it, baby, 'cause you're fine
And you're mine, and you look so divine

Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love

Hey (hey) what's the matter with you, feel right?
Don't you feel right, baby?
Hey (hey) all right, get it from the main vine, all right
I said-a find it, find it, go on and love it if you like it, yeah

Hey (hey) it's your business if you want some, take some
Get it together, baby

Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love, come and get your love
Come and get your love, now
Come and get your love, come and get your love
Come and get your love, now

Come and get your love, come and get your love
Come and get your love, now
Come and get your love, come and get your love
Come and get your love, now

Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love

Hey (hey) what's the matter with you, feel right?
Don't you feel right, baby?
Hey (hey) all right, get it from the main vine, all right

Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love

Come and get your love

The Best of My Love

Written by Glenn Frey, Don Henley and John Souther

Performed by The Eagles

Every night i'm lyin' in bed
Holdin' you close in my dreams
Thinkin' about all the things that we said
Comin' apart at the seams

We try to talk it over
But the words come out too rough
I know you were tryin' to give me the best of your love

Beautiful faces and loud empty places

Look at the way that we live

Wastin' our time on cheap talk and wine

Left us so little to give

That same old crowd was like a cold dark cloud
That we could never rise above
But here in my heart
I give you the best of my love

Oh... whoa oh sweet darlin'
You get the best of my love
(You get the best of my love)
Oh... whoa oh sweet darlin'
You get the best of my love
(You get the best of my love)

I'm goin' back in time and it's a sweet dream
It was a quiet night and I would be all right
If I could go on sleeping
But every mornin' I wake up and worry
What's gonna happen today?
You see it your way I see it mine
But we both see it slippin' away

You know we always had each other baby
(Ooh...) I guess that wasn't enough oh-oh ooh whoa
But here in my heart
I give you the best of my love
Oh... whoa oh sweet darlin'
You get the best of my love
(The best of my love) Oh... whoa oh sweet darlin'
You get the best of my love
(The best of my love) Oh... whoa oh sweet darlin'
Every night and day
You get the best of my love
(The best of my love) Oh... whoa oh sweet darlin'
Oh-oh oh-oh
You get the best of my love
(The best of my love) Oh... whoa oh sweet darlin'
You get the best of my love
(You get the best of my love)
The best of my love Oh... whoa oh sweet darlin'
Mmm-mmm mmm-mmm-mmm
You get the best of my love
(The best of my love) Oh... whoa oh sweet darlin'
You got it
You got it

The Load-Out/Stay

Written by Jackson Browne and Bryan Garofalo

Performed by Jackson Browne

Now the seats are all empty
Let the roadies take the stage
Pack it up and tear it down
They're the first to come and the last to leave
Working for that minimum wage
They'll set it up in another town
Tonight the people were so fine
They waited there in line
And when they got up on their feet they made the show
And that was sweet
But I can hear the sound
Of slamming doors and folding chairs
And that's a sound they'll never know

Now roll them cases out and lift them amps
And haul them trusses down and get 'em up them ramps
'Cause when it comes to moving me
You know you guys are the champs
But when that last guitar's been packed away
You know that I still wanna play
So just make sure you got it all set to go
Before you come for my piano

But the band's on the bus
And they're ready to go
We gotta drive all night and do the show in Chicago
Or Detroit, I don't know
We do so many shows in a row
And these towns all look the same
We just pass the time in the hotel rooms
And wander 'round backstage
'Til those lights come up and we hear that crowd
And we remember why we came

Now we got country and western on the bus, R 'n' B
We got disco and eight tracks and cassettes in stereo
And we got rural scenes and magazines
And we got truckers on C.B. 
And we got Richard Pryor on the video
We got time to think of the ones we love
While the miles roll away
But the only time that seems too short
Is the time that we get to play

People you've got the power over what we do
You can sit there and wait
Or you can pull us through
Come along, sing this song
You know that you can't go wrong
'Cause when that morning sun comes beating down
You're gonna wake up in your town
But we'll be scheduled to appear
A thousand miles away from here

Written by Maurice Williams

People stay just a little bit longer
We want to play, just a little bit longer

Now the promoter don't mind
And the union don't mind
If we take a little time
And we leave it all behind and sing
One more song

Oh won't you stay just a little bit longer
Please, please, please say you will
Say you will

Oh won't you stay just a little bit longer
Oh please, please stay just a little bit more

Now the promoter don't mind
And the roadies don't mind
If we take a little time
And we leave this all behind and sing
One more song