Well I'm back again for another night Of trying to break free from this sadness that I can't lay to rest This old honky-tonk sure does feel like home And the music with the laughter seem to soothe my loneliness Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her, so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose If a tear should fall if I should whisper her name To some stranger I'm holdin' while we're dancin' to an old Buck Owens song I know she won't mind she won't even know She'll be dancing with a memory crying teardrops of her own Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose. Yeah, mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose

It's a speedball love song, it ain't no lie I'm tired of being low it's time to get high You got a bad reputation well I do, too And I know you got another round left in you So turn it up Whoaa don't turn me down Yeah turn it up Don't you turn me down Irons in the fire and notches on your belt If you're workin' for hire I'm in need of some help I got the gas in the tank so what do you thank I got some coins in my pocket gonna play some Hank So turn it up Whoaa don't turn me down Yeah turn it up No, don't you turn me down You got your plastic wrap on your fresh tattoo Yeah a fire breathing dragon looks good on you Nasty as hell and ring my bell No time to whisper it's time to yell So turn it up Whoaa don't turn me down Yeah turn it up No, don't you turn me down

There once was an ugly duckling With feathers all stubby and brown And the other birds said in so many words Get out of town Get out, get out, get out of town And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack In a flurry of eiderdown That poor little ugly duckling Went wandering far and near But at every place they said to his face Now get out, get out, get out of here And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack And a very unhappy tear All through the wintertime he hid himself away Ashamed to show his face, afraid of what others might say All through the winter in his lonely clump of wheat Till a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed You're a very fine swan indeed! A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on! And he said yes, you're a swan Take a look at yourself in the lake and you'll see And he looked, and he saw, and he said I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee! I'm not such an ugly duckling No feathers all stubby and brown For in fact these birds in so many words said The best in town, the best, the best The best in town Not a quack, not a quack, not a waddle or a quack But a glide and a whistle and a snowy white back And a head so noble and high Say who's an ugly duckling? Not I! Not I!

1, 2, 3... This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba Yo man, I'm living grandiose, puffin' on an Ambassador Paid in full, kill the bull, like a matador Flash the cash, make my album cover shinier My head's spinning like a discus, and if this is (just a little samba) Then I'm straight, with the seven-course meal on my plate I put my leftovers in the doggie bag I got moves like Mr. Miyagi had With the "wax off, wax on", I'll play you like Zaxxon Girls love my songs, sunbathing on the back lawn "You look marvelous" C'mon young lady, get in the car with us, superstar deluxe (hey!) I'm always animated cause my game's so tight, that I keep it laminated Well, if that's true, why you living with ya mama? Shh! It's just a little samba This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba Yo, I make all the money No you don't I get all the girls No you don't! I put it down on fools! No you don't (huh?) No you don't (man) No you don't! You might spot me in Versace suits When I'm at award shows paparazzi shoot I own a fly home, four-car garage With rides for me and my entourage Hold up, I got a email It's a female Girls pressing on me like Lee Nail I make the hits that you hear on the jukebox (so?) Chicks come hotter than Arizona rooftops I got this one, she's a Playmate When I met her she was looking at my gold Dizzy nameplate But I had to vacate, I said "I'm gonna miss our date cause my plane's late" (Plane?) Yeah, I own a plane and I also bought a yacht So I scuba in Bermuda when the weather gets hot And I travel a lot The why you livin' with ya mama? Man, it's just a little samba! This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba I make all the money No you don't I get all the girls No you don't! I got my own sitcom! No you don't (huh?) No you don't (what?) No you don't! I star in the movies No you don't I run my own label No you don't Man, I only date models No you don't (huh?) No you don't (hey?) No you don't! Man, I got more property than Monopoly No you don't Man, I drive a flying car! No, no you don't Man, I got two pet sharks Your mom lets you have sharks in the house? Man, ge- wha-? C'mon man, the song's over man