Rolling Rock, Rolling Stones

Smoke in the air, longnecks on ice Some girls out on the dance floor 'bout to make a grown man cry 20 dollar bill, jukebox on the wall I hope this bar likes loose guitars, 'cause I'm about to play 'em all, yeah Hey, hey, na, na I love to dance with honky-tonk women Hey, hey, na, na I love the taste of the suds I'm sipping Start me up on a green bottle buzz Talk about killing two birds at once Drinking beer, singing songs Rolling rock, rolling stones Every record I play, every top I twist It ain't 1969, but it sure feels like it is Long as they're burnin' this nеon sing I'll be holdin' this beer high Hey, hey, na, na I lovе to dance with honky-tonk women Hey, hey, na, na I love the taste of the suds I'm sipping Start me up on a green bottle buzz Talk about killing two birds at once Drinking beer, singing songs Rolling rock, rolling stones Wish this bar didn't close at one But you can't always get what you want Hey, hey, na, na I love to dance with honky-tonk women Hey, hey, na, na I love the taste of the suds I'm sipping Start me up on a green bottle buzz Talk about killing two birds at once Drinking beer, singing songs Rolling rock, rolling stones Aw, yeah Drink beer, singing songs (Hey, hey, na, na) Rolling rock, rolling stones (Hey, hey, na, na)