Round up all my boys, and the shirts go in the back of my car, and when the lake is
frozen we’ll be back with the gasoline.
Shake, shake, shake, shaking all the cobwebs out.
Let’s burn that baby down.
We always meet at my bar, and we always take it way too far, and when the lights go out
I’m the man there making the scene.
Ok, ok, ok, ok I’ll drag my conscience out.
Let’s chase that face around.
There’s no time for hesitation now,
You’re running straight for a doorway.
I can see you, you’re a baby that cries when you’re sad and pouts when you’re mad at
whatever holds you back.
You’re a baby that cries when you’re sad and pouts when you’re mad at whatever holds