I said Mr. Purple People Eater, what’s your line?
He said “eatin’ purple people and it sure is fine
But that’s not the reason that I came to land
I want to get a job in a rock and roll band”
I love rock n’ roll,
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby,
I love rock n’ roll,
So come an’ take your time and dance with me…
DON’T put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more
Prop me up beside the jukebox, if I die
Lord I wanna go to heaven,
But I don’t wanna go tonight…
Bubba shot the jukebox last night,
Said it played a sad song, it made him cry.
Went to his truck and got a forty-five–
Bubba shot the jukebox last night.
They’ve got a Vintage Victrola, 1951
Full of my favorite records, that I grew up on
They’ve got ole Hank and Lefty,
And there’s B24
Set em Joe, they’re playing ‘Walkin’ the Floor"
Set em up Joe, they’re playing ‘Walkin’ the Floor’
Unplug the jukebox and do us all a favor
That music’s lost its taste so try another flavor
Ant music
We’re the dandy highwaymen
So tired of excuses
Of deep meaning philosophies
Where only showbiz loses
We’re the dandy highwaymen
And here’s our invitation
Throw your safety overboard
And join our insect nation!
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world
And the seven seas,
Everybody’s looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused.
A dream is a wish your heart makes
When it’s fast asleep
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams will take you very far
But when you wish upon a dream
Life ain’t always what it seems
What’d you see on a night so clear
In the sky so very dear
You’re a shining star
No matter who you are
Shining bright to see
What you could truly be (what you could truly be)
Stars
Up on heaven’s boulevard
If I know you at all, you’ve gone to far,
So, I can’t look at the stars…
Hangin’ on here until I’m gone
Right where I belong just hangin’ on
Even though, watched you come and go
How was I to know you’d steal the show?
Mama take this badge from me
I can’t use it anymore
It’s getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door, eh yeah
Jimmy’s in the back with a pocket of high
If you listen close
You can hear him cry
Oh oh, heaven knows
We belong way down below
Sing it
Oh oh, heaven knows
We belong way down below
Way down below, way down below
Cause baby, we
We belong to the night
Yes, baby, we
We belong to the night
By day, we just survive
But after dark, we come alive
Cause baby, we
We belong to the night
out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
out in the backseat of my sixty chevy
workin on mysteries without any clues
workin on our night moves
tryin to make some frontpage drive-in news
workin on the night moves
Even though
I pass through this time alone
Somewhere so unknown
It heals the soul…
And all the years will come and go, take us up, always up.
We may never pass this way again. We may never pass this way again.
We may never pass this way again.
Dreams, so they say, are for the fools and they let 'em drift away.
Beginnin’ to think that I’m wastin’ time
I don’t understand the things I do
The world outside looks so unkind
Now I’m countin’ on you to carry me through
Oh, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock ‘n’ roll and drift away
Yeah, give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock ‘n’ roll and drift away