Retro sucks, retro sucks Everything about it sucks Retro sucks, disco sucks Ooh, ooh, fuck you Retro sucks, retro sucks Ravers almost suck as much Take
Translation: Down By Law. Drummin Dave, Hunter Up.
retro sucks retro sucks everything about it sucks retro sucks disco sucks ooh ooh, fuck you retro sucks retro sucks ravers almost suck as much take those
drum, bang a drum Yeah, bang a drum, turn it up, bang a drum Yeah, bang a drum, turn it up, bang a drum Bang a drum, turn it up, bang a drum Yeah, bang a drum
Handshake, try to keep 'em steady Won't break, you been getting ready Here we go it's time to say goodbye You've got a lot up on your shoulders Not quite
God loves a lullaby In a mother's tears in the dead of night Better than a Hallelujah sometimes God loves the drunkard's cry The soldier's plea not to
better drummer Ho! I need a drummer boy A better drummer boy, hey Pick up your stick, ha Hit me with your best shot I need a drummer boy Be my little drummer
On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha You can listen to the engines moanin' Out its one note song You can think about the woman or the girl You
She was all alone again He won't be coming home tonight Whatever happened She's wondering how to make it right She's been all over Dallas And he's already
Rudie come from jail 'cause Rudie get bail Rudie come from jail 'cause Rudie get bail You frame him your cell, things he didn't do You rebuke and you
Pair of boots and a sack of clothes Free and easy down the road I go Hangin' memories on the high line poles Free and easy down the road I go Free and
Every night is a Saturday night Every night is a Saturday night Every night is a Saturday night Saturday night for me In a city boulevard, broken and
I want to find me a car With only one headlight A straight six Ford On a good luck night I want to roll down the windows And teach you to fly I want to
Why I married me a bad girl, tell you the reason why Bad girls will even do things on the sly Look for your supper to be good and hot She never even put
Davy's on the road again Wearin' different clothes again Davy's turning handouts down To keep his pockets clean All his goods are sold again His word
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Told you, baby, one more time Don't make me sit all alone and cry Well, it's over I, know it but I can't let go I'm like a fish out of water, a cat in
Outside my window I can hear the radio And you know that Motor wagon is ready to fly 'Cause it's almost Saturday night Bye bye, tomorrow Jody's gone