that I'm hardcore Luvs that I'm so real I could pick her up off her heels An put her up in positions her walls just can't feel Now she tingiling her
play We'll make that bounce shit, triple our sales and pay Yeah, come on Shaggy, What? Follow my lead, let's go It's time we change our shit up to get
your mama that you gotta live free Don't need her, don't need school You don't like your daddy and you don't like rules So come baby, let's go, don'
go, we go Merry Christmas time come and find you happy And there by your fire, I hope you have a good one I hope momma gets her shoppin' done And it
This guitar is for sale, I'll let her go cheap She's pretty to look at but she don't earn her keep She can roar like the west wind, she can weep, she
Where ever you go we go amigo Been there through thick and thin Down and out and back again Where ever you go we go amigo On the road that leads us to
think of her I've got to leave behind Yes I'll be returning when I don't know It all depends on how long it takes my heart to let her go I'm going someplace
happy, let her blow No regrets, all my debts will be paid when I get laid Let her blow, let her blow, let her blow Let her blow, let her blow, let her
all right now, ooo (guitar solo) Ooo Oh yeah ow! Let me tell you all about it now, ow! Yay Took her home (yeah) to my place Watching every move on her
, I never wanna let you go Gotta let you know, we could start right now No, I ain't ever gonna let you go, no, no Never, never gonna let you go, no I
many Who can sing a song the way that you do, let's go South" Denny said, "Zally, golly, don't you think that I wish I could play guitar like you" Zal
Drivin' in the walkin' rain Let's go, let's go Stream down my windowpane Thru the fields, where does all the water go? Stirring in my sleeping bag There
Well, my grandma was to old to go She listened in on the radio Her feet got happy And she pulled up her dress The first thing she hollered 'That boogie
, all the loot I had Good guitar, though, called it a pluckit Anyway, spent me dough And I couldn't let it all go to waste, you know So I took the book, guitar
Wishful thinking Let's go Dream, wishful thinking Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me good Wishful thinking, yeah yeah Let's go
stranger in my clothes Standing on the third rail Lost at sea, searching for me And we don't know how to sail So if you go to guitar the store You will
don't she tell 'Stead of turnin' her back to my face? Without any doubt, she seems too far out For me to return to her chase Though her skirt it swayed as a guitar played Her
don't she tell 'Stead of turnin' her back to my face Without any doubt, she seems too far out For me to return to her chase And her skirt it swayed as a guitar played Her