[Swizz Beats] Go go 'head go go go 'head go go go go go go 'head go go go go go go 'head oh you fancy huh oh you fancy huh oh you fancy huh oh you fancy
her daddy's car She got the stereo with the big guitars And that's all right I got the itch and a restless soul She gone with the wind Gonna go for
in a rock n' roll band Berneice, sweet Berneice Get a real job, let the guitar go There ain't no future in this rock n' roll So go for your guitars, go
't we make the great escape And set our sights on higher ground? We're taking the ride all the way to the other side I know why you cry Just let go,
the supermarket so while out on a drive decided to go and park it down by the river, walked to the store never got the courage up2 talk2 her before but
took Howard off to jail, wouldn't let me go his bail, They said if he is your friend, buy a lilly for his hand Poor Howard's dead and gone... [ ac.guitar
Take your drink to the end of the bar buddy let her be now don't be a fool I'd rather have a hot seat in Sing Sing buddy than sit down by her on that
red it's hard to let you go Poor old red, she's dead and gone her eyes I do remember at least I have this old guitar To get me through December, through
can't let go, she won't shut up. (Like someone put a gun to his face?) She almost thought she had a place to hide her face, Like she thinks they care
band with old Gate Junior on guitar I saw her playin' with John and Mooney too uptown at Maddigan's Bar. REFREIN: Washboard Lisa, wash away your sins let them go
no gun Her lips are loaded up with kisses She got kisses all around her hips She got them criss-crossing her breasts Keep playing that song Don't let
love I can't believe you disagree I can't believe this is goodbye I hear, there are great restaurants out West Some of the best, how could she? How could you let her go
Yeah hoodoo voodoo lady cast up your voodoo vision Let me know where did my baby go where did my lovin' baby go Hoodoo voodoo lady shake your black cat
Hot dogs, sweet potato fry, when I go over tonight She knows exactly who I am A soft touchin', her love loving hard working man Quarterbacks wanna play lead guitar
the time change was killing her The waiters were rude But if she was here now, she'd make this all go away She'd say baby let's pretend we're not
baby? Let me lick your pussy, oohooohooh Let me lick your pussy, let me lick your pussy Let me lick your pussy, oooh baby Let me lick, let me lick,
go far But if you really want to taste some cool success You better learn to play guitar Play guitar, play guitar Play guitar, oh yeah Play guitar, play guitar Play guitar
called her a joke The speaker smoked when I spoke Boy, you better kill that noise Let the rhythm run, just let it run Let the drums run, now let 'em