speak And if all you see is America's next freak Take me home, take me home, take me home This one's for America's teens And the beach boys rockin' in
mama done rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was back in Louisiana Just about a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home
won't you please come home?" Bluebirds over the mountain Seagulls over the sea-ea-ea Bluebirds over the mountain Bring my baby to me Oh bring my baby back
Though I know you're not at home But I can see you Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby And
prayin' God's grace would keep you safe from harm, until they bring you boys back home 'till they bring you boys back home, till they bring you boys back home
down alone I'm drivin' by your house, though I know, you're not home I can see you, your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back
alone I'm drivin' by your house Though I know you're not at home But I can see you- Your brown skin shinin' in the sun You got your hair combed back
thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire 17 inch momos black magic on his tires Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones And concerts
do it in the middle of the night girl We can do it on the beach in the sunlight We can do it anywhere that you
Hittin' somethin' and drunk drivin' past the boys in the blue Talkin' to you We can do it in the middle of the night, girl We can do it on the beach
they) But they're all the same (d-da, d-da, da da, da da) even big, bad bad boys get scared at night it keeps them safe (at home baby) I'm gonna throw
in By drugs, and alcohol, and sex with women (mmmkay) But it's when you do these things too much That you've become an addict, and must get back in touch
Bouncy bouncy bikini bottoms Bouncy bouncy bikini bottoms So, ah, are you going back to college after, after Spring Break? Well I don't know, Mark. I, things have changed at home
, everywhere Bob's bringing it all back home Yeah, I let the Boogie Woogie rumble In the back of Bangalore I get complaints from Bondi Beach What, no
22s canary yellow in my teeth you dudes slow i dont ever see youll caching up with me you way below the sea level me im stepping on the beach no beach
bout' going-going back-back If I catch the 4pm to Long Beach I suppose Catch could scoop me up right before the clubs close On behalf of the Far Easty boys
, I could not compete, with air in my head and lead in my feet. When he came to London the saw, a midnight flit to find another bed. But back home on the beach