Paroles:
Banda Mess

limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel Gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me 'round Hey Satan Payin' my dues Playin' in a rockin' band Hey momma

sign speed limit nobody gonna slow us down like a wheel gonna spin it nobody gonna mess me around hey satan payin' my dues playing in a rocking band

came Love is a losing game Why do I wish I never played Oh what a mess we made And now the final frame Love is a losing game Played out by the band

came Love is a losing game Why do I wish I never played Oh what a mess we made And now the final frame Love is a losing game Played out by the band

rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than an evening dress And with the windows rolled down And her hair blowin all around Well, she's a hot Southern mess

the fence fruit was stompin at your feet to rinse I greet intensive ladies, I spoil all your fans I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands

Rebel, your face is a mess Rebel Rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so! Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess

Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess Rebel Rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so! You've torn your dress, your face is a mess

't know exactly what the fish is FZ: Well, what do they do after they fish from the window? Mr Tickman: Well, rock'n'roll bands and other guests as well