Yeah, baby Come on baby Oh-oh, oh I'm a roadrunner baby Can't keep up with me, oh I'm a roadrunning man You can't keep up with me, yeah Come on and let's have a race And baby, baby you will see Oh, take my hand baby Yeah, yeah, take my hand baby I wanna prove to you That I'm a roadrunning man, yeah I wanna tell you something (oh-oh) I'm the fastest in the land Oh, come one take my hand baby, yeah Now listen to me baby Oh-oh, why don't you move up a bit slowly Let this man by, let me by I want to give my love to you To put some dirt in your eye Oh-oh baby, come over baby Can't keep up with me, oh I'm a roadrunning man You can't keep up with me, ah Come on and let's have a race And baby, baby, baby, baby Oh-oh yeah, come on baby Yes, I'm a roadrunning man Can't keep up with me Yeah, come on and let's have a race And baby, baby you will see Oh, I'll say it one more time now Oh, oh, bye bye baby I've got to put you down Oh yeah, I've got to put you down I'll see you baby I'll see you somewhere hanging around, oh?

Well, it's early in the mor-, in the mornin' Baby, when I rise, Lordy mama Well-a, it's-a, Lordy, Ro-Lordy-Berta Well, when I rise, well-a Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie Well, it's Lord, you keep a-talkin' (Baby) Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie Well, it's, oh Lord, Gal, well-a He gonna rise and fly, sugar He gonna rise and fly, well-a He gonna rise and fly, well-a... He gonna rise and fly, well-a... Okay, it's early in the morning, just the crack of dawn, now Me and my pockets, we breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh) Wildin' on niggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah) Umbilical cords, we cut these niggas off, wait (Yuh) Fuckin' your bitch, fuckin' that bitch, no fame (Yuh) She suckin' my dick so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh) Comin' up in this bitch with that precise aim (Right) Fuck these fuckboys and fuck these bitches, they be lame Roadrunnin' the road, like what would ya do with hoes (Yuh) Rock up on my shit and see on the scope (Phew) Bullets they bald, bullets they bald like Amber Rose (Huh) Brodies fuck up and these bitches leave me alone You a dumb nigga (Man), leave a hole in your chest (Yeah) When you walk around the block, niggas know who the best (Uh-huh) You a lil' boy (Lil' boy), can't fuck with Billy Boys (Uh-uh) When you walk around the block, you got little toys Itty bitty boy (Bitty boy), Oscar De La Ho- I beat the pussy though, I make the pressure blow (Pressure blow) Nigga, what you know? (What you know?) Nigga, let me know (Let me know) I got two Glocks, switchblades in my clothes (In my clothes) Okay, it's early in the morning, just the crack of dawn, now Me and my pockets, we breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh) Wildin' on niggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah) Umbilical cords, we cut these niggas off, wait (Yuh) Fuckin' your bitch, fuckin' that bitch, no fame (Yuh) She suckin' my dick so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh) Comin' up in this bitch with that precise aim (Right) Fuck these fuckboys and fuck these bitches, they be lame

One two three four five six Roadrunner roadrunner Going faster miles an hour Gonna ride by the stop-n-shop With the radio on I'm in love with the modern world I'm in touch I'm a modern girl New york city when it's late at night I got the radio on I'm like a roadrunner yeah Said hello to the spirit of ol' 1956 It was pacing in the woods next to '57 Well the highway was my only friend 'Cause I went by so quick Suburban trees were out there And consequently it smelt like heaven So I say roadrunner once roadrunner twice I'm in love with the modern world So let's go out all night aw With the radio on got the fm Radio on got the powerg got the magic Radio on 50, 000 watts of power Radio on going faster miles an hour Radio on I feel like a roadrunner yeah Can't ya hear it out in jersey now New york city when it's late at night I'm headin' east on st. marks Over to tompkin square park down by the power lines I see all the neon and it's cold at night I got my radio on It's so exciting here with the skyscrapers In the dark I feel in touch with the modern world I feel in touch I feel alive With 50, 000 watts of power I got the radio on Roadrunner roadrunner Radio on going faster miles an hour Radio on ya know I walk by the stop-n-shop Radio on and then I drove by the stop-n-shop Radio on and I like that much better than Walking by the stop-n-shop Radio on I had the radio on Radio on I felt in touch with the modern world Radio on I fell in love with the modern world Radio on I feel in love, feelin' love I got the Radio on like the power, got the magic Radio on got the am Radio on got the fm Radio on 50, 000 watts of power Radio on going faster miles an hour Radio on and the neon and it's cold outside Radio on I feel in touch I feel in love I feel in love Radio on I got the I got the I got the Radio on I got the I got the I got the I got the Radio on again Radio on

I will stay by your side now and forever I will always only be in love with you Is it true when you say that you love me? And is it true that I'm the one? In the day we walk together In the night I think of you Is it true when you say that you love me? And is it true that I'm the one? I will phone your mother and ask her If I can marry you I will stay by your side now and forever I will always only be in love with you Is it true when you say that you love me? And is it true that I'm the one?

Just a sweet Carolina, just a rockin' little mama Just leave my baby in old Alabama Rockin' in the evenin' when the sun goes down Mean guitar, that's a swingin' old town Rockin' and a-rollin' just a little while Ain't got no rollin', ain't got no holdin' Get on, get on baby, get on Get on, get on baby, get on Well, let me be, rock and rollin' free Well, old Alabama, just a sweet Carolina Just a-rockin' and rollin' may leave town Got to be a scoogie, lay on my boogie Let me hear you say you got my hole around Got to be a scoogie, bing bong bang Ain't got no rollin', ain't got no holdin' Get on, get on baby, get on Get on, get on baby, get on Well, let me be, rock and roll with me Well, go go baby dancin' rock and roll And twist and shout, you'll be rockin' the bowl Just a little baby, she's rollin' around Ain't got no rockin' or rollin' in town Got to be a scoogie of the neighbourhood Ain't got no rollin', ain't got no bowlin' Get on, get on baby, get on Get on, get on baby, get on Do you rock and roll? Ain't got no moving on Get on, get on baby, get on Get on, get on baby, get on Play me one more time, rocking and the roll Get on, get on baby, get on Get on, get on baby, get on Just a-moving your arse, rocking and fast Get on, get on baby, get on Get on, get on baby, get on Stop the music! Rocking is slow.

I've been tryin' for a very long time To get my business, my business straight If you don't know how, to push me on the line Baby you got it 'till the end of the time It ain't what you do, it's how you do It ain't what you've been through It's how you've been through Sticks and stones I'm a workin' on the road Try to get yourself as high if you can I can give my boogie if you want to dance It ain't what you do, it's how you do It ain't what you've been through It's why you've been through (Guitar solo) Verse 1 It ain't what you do, it's how you do It ain't what you've been through It's why you've been through Ain't what you're doin', ain't what you're doin' Ain't what you're doin', ain't what you're doin' Ain't what you do is how you do It ain't what you've been through It's how you've been through

Everything goes on late here Me and Sally Brown Sitting back in a Cadillac Ain't got no worries at Bourbon Street Bourbon Street Bourbon Street Watching my baby Bourbon Street Bourbon Street Bourbon Street Watching my baby Well, you get on famous Me and Jenny Brown Smoking and talking there I'm so glad I'm on Bourbon Street Bourbon Street Bourbon Street Watching my baby Bourbon Street Bourbon Street Bourbon Street Watching my baby All the people smoke outside Everything is keeping high Come see me, hey, I got the best Is one enough fly to the west And now I know the difference Of me and Johnny's hands Me and moma peanut butter Get your head in your bed Bourbon Street Bourbon Street Bourbon Street Watching my baby Bourbon Street Bourbon Street Bourbon Street Watching my baby All the people smoke outside Everything is keeping high Come see me, hey, I got the best Is one enough fly to the west

There's a whole lotta jumping And a whole lotta bumping goin on Theres a whole lotta balling And a whole lotta mauling going on And you can get a bit of this And get a bit of that Come to the party And get a bit of what's going on There's a whole lotta drinking And a whole lotta thinking going on Theres a whole lotta dancing And a kind of romancing going on And you can get a bit of this And get a bit of that Come to the party And get a bit of what's going on There's a whole lotta jumping And a whole lotta bumping goin on Theres a whole lotta balling A whole lotta mauling going on And you can get a bit of this And get a bit of that Come to the party And get a bit of what's going on

Do you remember still the night When you left me cryin' Do you know that you broke my heart When you left me cryin' 'Cause you were my only one Yeah-eah, my only one Oh-oh, my only one Please, come back to me Do you know what you've done to me When you hurt me so All the time I still dream of you 'Cause you've got my love 'Cause you were my only one Yeah-eah, my only one Oh-oh, my only one Please, come back to me 'Cause you were my only one Yeah-eah, my only one Oh-oh, my only one Please, come back to me Do you know what you've done to me When you hurt me so All the time I still dream of you 'Cause you got my love 'Cause you were my only one Yeah-eah, my only one Oh-oh, my only one Please, come back to me 'Cause you were my only one Yeah-eah, my only one Oh-oh, my only one Please, come back to me 'Cause you were my only one Yeah-eah, my only one