Me and the boys, Abbey Road Studios
Take 573
Woo, woo, woo
I got my high heeled feet
Up on this leopard love seat
And a little bit of money to spend
Well I’m about damn certain that I’m gonna put a hurtin’
On this big ol’ bottle of sin
I got my motor runnin’
Yeah you can hear me comin’
Around the mountain of a long neck bend
‘Cause I’m a homegrown, roll your own, light it up life of the party
Yeah I’m a last call, wrecking ball, I’m tellin’ y’all I’m just gettin’ started
I’m fillin’ up these jeans like I do my cup
Throwback, throw down, bell bottoms up
I’m in an old school mood
Like a needle in a groove
It’s a honky tonk time machine
I’ll put the peace sign away and let the bird out the cage
If you think I give a what you think
Let’s get it spinnin’ y’all just like a disco ball
We breakin’ hearts, we ain’t breakin’ the law
I’m a homegrown, roll your own, light it up life of the party
Yeah I’m a last call, wrecking ball, I’m tellin’ y’all I’m just gettin’ started
I’m fillin’ up these jeans like I do my cup
Throwback, throw down, bell bottoms up
We put the bottom in the bell, put the raise in the hell
Run the train off the rails
We put the wild in the hair, blowin’ smoke everywhere
On a whiskey bent wing and a prayer
Well I’m a homegrown, roll your own, light it up life of the party
Yeah I’m a last call, wrecking ball, I’m tellin’ y’all I’m just gettin’ started
I’m fillin’ up these jeans like I do my cup
Throwback, throw down, bell bottoms
Line ’em up, shoot ’em back if you got ’em
Throwback, throw down, bell bottoms up
Bell bottoms up
Bell bottoms up
Bell bottoms up
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