Tonight the bottle let me down
And let your memory come around
The one true friend, I thought I’d found
Tonight the bottle let me down…
When he put the bottle down
There was silence in the air
You could see his eyes turn black
He drank the devil’s blood I swear
And this prison was our home
There were no angels to be found
And I would pray to God
For him to put the bottle down
Please, Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t want to see my mamma cry
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
She’d been drinkin’ too much egg nog,
And we’d begged her not to go.
But she’d left her medication,
So she stumbled out the door into the snow.
Mother, Father, I’m doing so well
I’m making such progress now that you can hardly tell
I fit in a little dedication
With one eye on the clock
They caught you under medication
You could be in for a shock
Thinking up the alibis that everyone’s forgotten
Just another mummy’s boy gone to rotten
They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod
But I never thought they’d put me in the
Goon squad
Mother, do you think they’ll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they’ll like this song?
Mother, do you think they’ll try to break my balls?
Ooh, ah–
Mother, should I build the wall?
I came in like a wrecking ball
I never hit so hard in love
All I wanted was to break your walls
All you ever did was wreak me
Yeah, you wreck me
Well you’re a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts like the one in me
That’s okay, let’s see how you do it
Put up you dukes, let’s get down to it
Hit me with your best shot
Why don’t you hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away
California girls
We’re unforgettable
Daisy dukes
Bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin
So hot
We’ll melt your popsicle
Ooh oh ooh
Ooh oh ooh
California girls
We’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce
We got it on lock
West coast represent
Now put your hands up
Ooh oh ooh
Ooh oh ooh
Well, East coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I’m down there
The Midwest farmer’s daughters really make you feel alright
And the Northern girls with the way they kiss
They keep their boyfriends warm at night
I wish they all could be California girls
California’s on my mind,
Surf and sand setting in the sun,
California’s on my mind,
One day you’re gonna be,
A place in our memory.
Big Orange ball
Sinkin’ in the water
Toes in the sand
Couldn’t get much hotter
Little umbrella shaped Margaritas
Coconut oil tanned Senoritas
Now I know how Jimmy Buffet feels…
And there’s a word in Spanish I don’t understand,
But I heard it in a film one time spoken by the leading man.
He said it with devotion, he sounded so sincere,
And the words he spoke in Spanish brought the female lead to tears.
Blue Spanish eyes
Prettiest eyes in all of Mexico
True Spanish eyes
Please smile at me once more before I go
Soon I’ll return
Bringing you all the love your heart can hold
Please say “Si, si”
Say you and your Spanish eyes will wait for me
Say you and your Spanish eyes will wait for me
There was a little Spanish flea
A record star he thought he’d be
He heard of singers like Beatles
And The Chipmunks he’d seen on TV
Why not a little Spanish flea?
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar,
You’re gonna go far,
You’re gonna fly high,
You’re never gonna die,
You’re gonna make it if you try,
They’re gonna love you.
I’ve always had a deep respect and I mean that most sincere;
The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think,
Oh, by the way, which one’s Pink?
Dancin’ in the streets of Hyannis
We were getting pretty good at the game
People stood in line and didn’t seem to mind
You know everybody knew our name
Livin’ on rock-n-roll music
Never worry 'bout the things we were missing
When we got up on the stage and got ready to play
Everybody’d listen.
I dig rock and roll music
And I love to get the chance to play (and sing it)
I figure it’s about the happiest sound goin’ down today
I love rock n’ roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n’ roll
So come an’ take your time an’ dance with me
Please, Mister, please, don’t play be-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it’s over
Please, Mister, please, if you know what I mean
I don’t ever wanna hear that song again