Lyrics

Like a stickup kid, I hit my licks
I can turn a phrase like you’d turn a trick
Let’s get the juices flowing
And see what all sticks
I guess we’ll have another couple beers

Go go
write another one
The sad songs and waltzes
were never much fun
Go go
sell us your thoughts
We haven’t had our own in years

Hey now Hurry up and wait
Men in their suits don’t like it when your late
With A single spin, they’ll decide your fate
And tell ya that there’s nothing to fear

Go go
write another one
The sad songs and waltzes
were never much fun
Go go
sell us your thoughts
We haven’t had our own in years
We haven’t had our own in years