Rack 'Em Up and Knock 'Em Down - Blake Neely & Nashville Recording Orchestra

Alligators in the loo 42nd Street's a zoo Stretch limousines invade the city Down and dirty looks so pretty Knock 'em dead, knock 'em dead Don't let the fame go to your head Knock, knock, knock 'em dead We want it all and nothing less Knock 'em dead, knock 'em dead It feels so good to be bad Out in the jungle in the heat Don't walk the wrong side of the street Oh, yeah The coolest garden is a square You smell the big time in the air Knock 'em dead, knock 'em dead Don't let the fame go to your head Knock, knock, knock 'em dead We want it all and nothing less Knock 'em dead, knock 'em dead Knock, knock, knock 'em dead It feels so good to be bad Can't hear the echoes from the walls The big apple never sleeps at all Hey, now you're competing with the best Show them you're better, better than the rest Knock 'em dead, knock 'em dead Don't let the fame go to your head Knock, knock, knock 'em dead We want it all and nothing less Knock 'em dead, knock 'em dead Knock, knock, knock 'em dead It feels so good to be bad Go knock 'em dead

Alright, so this is a song about anyone, it could be anyone You're just doing your own thing and someone comes out the blue, they're like "Alright, whataya saying?" "Yeah, can I take your digits?' And you're like, "No, not in a million years, you're nasty, please leave me alone" Cut to the pub on a lad's night out Man at the bar, 'cause it was his shout Clocks this bird and she looked okay She caught him looking and walked his way "Alright, darlin', you gonna buy us a drink then?" "Er, no, but I was thinking of buying one for your friend..." She's got no taste, hand on his waist Tries to pull away, but her lip's on his face "If you insist, I'll have a White Wine Spritzer" "Sorry, love, but you ain't a pretty picture" Can't knock 'em out, can't walk away Try desperately to think of the politest way to say ('Er, sorry, yeah, but nah') Just get out my face, just leave me alone And, no, you can't have my number (why?), 'cause I lost my phone" 'Oh, yeah, actually yeah, I'm - I'm pregnant Um, yeah, I'm having a baby in like six months and uh, yeah, yeah...' I recognize this guy's way of thinking As he walks over, her face starts sinking She's like, "Ah, here we go" It's a routine check that she already knows She's thinkin', "They're all the same" "Yeah, you alright, baby? You look alright still Yeah, what's your name?" She looks in her bag, takes out a fag Tries to get away from the guy on a blag Can't find a light — "Here, use mine" "You see, the thing is I just don't have the time" Can't knock 'em out (Can't knock 'em out) You can't walk away (You can't walk away) Try desperately to think of the politest way to say ('Er, I'm really sorry, but not this time, mate') Just get out my face, just leave me alone And, no, you can't have my number, 'cause I lost my phone Go away now, let me go Are you stupid, or just a little slow? Go away now, I've made myself clear ('I don't think so') "Nah, it's not gonna happen, not in a million years!" Can't knock 'em out (Can't knock 'em out) You can't walk away (You can't walk away) Try desperately to think of the politest way to say ('Er...') Just get out my face, just leave me alone And, no, you can't have my number, 'cause I lost my phone" Can't knock 'em out You can't walk away Try desperately to think of the ('Uh, actually, I'm getting married next week') politest way to say Just get out my face, just leave me alone ('No, no, seriously') And, no, you can't have my number, 'cause I lost my phone" Er, no my - I've gotta go, my house is on fire! I've got - I've got herpes! Err, no, syphilis!