Baby, now let's go, drive me away
Get your body back to the rock of the fray
Over the West Coast, find me a way
I'm not a rhinestone cowboy today
Trippin' on changa, passin' away
Add a little chop, can't savour the taste
Losing your anger, red in the face
Everybody else get out of my way (stretch!)
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh, na-na, na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na, oh
Here we stand and here we fall
Go ahead, we need a wrecking ball
It'll be wreckin' ya (mellow me down for days)
Here we stand and here we fall
Go ahead, we need a wrecking ball
It'll be wreckin' ya (say that, say that you can)
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