Sometimes the. Road is short from wrong to right - tell you about it later. And I know I disappointed you - tell you about it baby. Oh they come over for some beer can boogaloo. Ain't nothing I can do to stop them. A guy's gotta live a little. Babe no need to feel so bitter. Hey!. Just me and my boys back at the shack. Beat up a troubled troubador. Too many beers not a whole lot of skill. You seen it before. We did our one stop chopping on the roof that day. Now tell me sugarpants should the bon temps roulez?. Fools like us we never learn. Could be making love for a livin. With the talent I been given. So now I'm begging you. Please don't kill my buzz. Mamma cut this poor boy loose. He's keeping it tight. No more goody two shoes blues. Keeping it tight. Comes a time when tables turn. Keeping it tight. Gotta let them bridges burn. Fire in the night. Could be making love for a livin. With the talent I been given. Please don't kill my buzz. Mamma cut this poor boy loose. He's keeping it tight. No more goody two shoes blues. Keeping it tight. Comes a time when tables turn. Keeping it tight. Gotta let them bridges burn. Fire in the night