Lyrics

Take one of these And help yourself to that Said the geezer in black Millsy, don't say anything stupid I don't drink when I sing 'Cause my brain doesn't work And he looks at me like "Son, you've got a lot to learn" I know, I know Away, fellas, I'm so glad ya came I want people screaming your name Tra la la la la This feels like home Maybe I'm old before my years Maybe writing songs wipes away the tears Maybe it's the realization we're in it together We'll give 'em some big time rock and roll Big riffs, big licks, big moves We'll drive 'em crazy We're bringing the big show back to town Give 'em a lesson in good time rock and roll Let's go, let's go Away, fellas I'm so glad ya came I want people screaming your name Tra la la la la This feels like home Maybe I'm old before my years Maybe writing songs wipes away the tears Maybe it's the realization we're in it together Maybe I'm running before I can walk Maybe I'm singing before I can talk Maybe he knows I know we're in it together Away, fellas, I'm so glad ya came I want people screaming your name Tra la la la la This feels like home Maybe I'm old before my years Maybe writing songs wipes away the tears Maybe it's the realization we're in it together Maybe I'm running before I can walk Maybe I'm singing before I can talk Maybe he knows I know we're in it together Whoa, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh
Writer(s): Adam Thistlethwaite, Barry Paul Mills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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