The moment you realize / Those moments just pass you by / Gonna take you to paradise / Move it
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Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the day / I just can’t wait till Christmas time / When I can roll em’ in the hay / Easy come, easy go
Flying on a free flight / Driving all night / With my machinery / ‘Cause I got the power
On the day I was bornThe rain fell downThere was trouble brewin’ in my home townIt was the seventh dayI was the seventh sonAnd it scared the hell out of everyoneThey said drop, I said goThey said fast, I said slowThey said lost, I said noI do the bad boy boogieBein’ a bad boy ain’t that badI had me more dirty women than most men ever hadAll you women come along with meAnd I’ll show you how good a bad boy can beI said right and they said leftI said east and they said westI said up and they said downI do the bad boy boogieAll over townI wouldn’t tell you no storyTell you no lieI was born to love till the day I dieI just line em upAnd I knock ‘em downAnd they all came a runnin’ when the word got aroundJust keep a runnin'(Bad boy boogie)I said upThey said down(Bad boy boogie)They said straightI said round(Bad boy boogie)They said lostI said found(Bad boy boogie)I said freeAnd they said boundBad boy boogieDo the bad boy boogieBad boy boogieBad boy boogie
Outta my way I’m a running high / Take a chance with me and ya give it a try / Ain’t no woman in the world I know / Cause I ain’t lookin’ for an overflow
I met this girl for the first time on Saturday night / Standing in the queue at the Odeon alright / Then I took her by surprise / When I gave her one of my lines
Hey you, yeah you / Sometimes I think this woman is kinda hot / Sometimes I think this woman is sometimes not / Puts me down, fool me around
Well if you’re lookin’ for trouble / I’m the man to see / If you’re lookin’ for satisfaction / I’m satisfaction guaranteed
I’m a rolling thunder, pouring rain / I’m coming on like a hurricane / My lightning’s flashing across the sky / You’re only young, but you’re gonna die
Well, you ask me ‘bout the clothes I wear / And you ask me why I grow my hair / And you ask me why I’m in a band / I dig doin’ one night stands