what I said I been watching Every little move you make It don't jibe ''cause every other word is fake It's all lies The whole thing It's all jive And
got away, I never once heard you say, I need you, I don't need you, I need you, I don't need you And all of that jiving around. I remember you well in
got away, I never once heard you say I need you, I don't need you I need you, I don't need you And all of that jiving around I remember you well in
Grand Old Opry music show Playin' on my radio Fiddle and a steel guitar In some little redneck bar Parkin' lot full of four wheel drives You won't hear
Come on dad get with the jive Let's let them know that we're alive Until the break of dawn We'll yell for more, more, more Gonna live it up and tear
drive the show putt for dough I get a lot of funny looks I aint to fuckin crook I aint stealin your music, my man Your playin dummy with your pride And all that jive
to go Where they play the right music Getting in the swing You come to look for a king Anybody could be that guy Night is young and the music's high
round the crocodiles play Oh, won't be nothin'! I make em say, "Aw, give it to me, don't be that way!" I'm telling ya, I'm cutting into ya w/ the music
, he said Then the loud sound did seem to fade Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase That weren't no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive There's
a ball The jip-jam-jump is a jumpin' jive Makes you dig your jive on the mellow side The jip-jam-jump is a solid jive Makes you nine foot tall when you
you got to win Lonely, lonely, lonely your spirit's sinkin' down You find you're not the only stranger in this town Red lights, green lights, stop and go jive
your attire We have no time to wallow in the mire If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead Join in the essence of the cool-out breed Then cool out to the music
have no time to wallow in the mire If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead Join in the essence of the cool out breed Then cool out to the music
Drums Guitar Let there be rock One night in a club called "The Shaking Hand" There was a ninety-two decibel rocking band And the music was good and the music
to a special friend of mine One who stopped his singing somewhere back along the line I wondered if he'd had enough of the rip-offs and the jive Or did
made it to your soul. Took you to a dance with a rock 'n roll show And the band opened up with all the show I began to shake to the music's rock But Christina she couldn't jive
Hey yo, we flip the script now the game done changed Dutty cup music drive dem insane Worldwide, yard ain't been the same Jigzag Zigular, come bring the
all went wrong I think we need a new song, a new song... Word up, you know what I mean Sometimes I, I just ... it's music, it's music We love music