that we causin (keep it movin) You gon' have to keep it movin darlin And we gon' keep on doin what we doin and what we causin [Chamillionaire imitating
fight like snow against the sun ’Till it turned out right but then I said goodbye And it was for good But no one ever brought me Joy and fun the way
if you still let me in Won't you stay (ay, ay, ay, ay, baby... ay, ay, ay, ay... ay, ay, ay, ay...) Won't you stay? Memories looking fun that we had
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun But the hills that we climbed, were just seasons out of time We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons
the stomping fun begin Bash their weasely skulls right in It's tradition, that makes it okay Hey everyone, it's Weasel Stomping We'll have some fun
to turn your radio way up loud Close your eyes and have fun I used to feel like God was gonna call me too soon The reason why I had to have my son And
turn your radio way up loud Close your eyes and have fun I used to feel like God was gonna call me too soon The reason why I had to have my son And every
s have a party we're movin' to the groove, yeah Let's have a party all the homies and the honies here for all Everybody 'cuz we're gonna have a party Let's have
groovy people Talkin' 'bout groovy, groovy Groovy, groovy people Now baby, oh darlin', we don't have to put up With them jive-time folks no more Let's pretend that we
We had joy, we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the wine and the song like the seasons Have all gone We had joy, we had fun We had seasons in
night We can't, more like we should have and I know And I try, to be a good boy but it's hard We can't, more like we should have and I know And I try
around town for joy. (Spoken) -- Blow your horn, Rocket, blow your horn! (Horn sound effect leading into guitar solo.) Step in my Rocket and-a don't be late, We
mind We're not through, more to do Don't be tame, praise His name We're not done now, just begun now It's time to have some fun now Rejoice with a
where you are going Stop Right Now Thank you very much I need somebody with the human touch Hey you always on the run Gotta slow it down baby, gotta have some fun
around? Feel the rhythm, check the rhyme Come on along and have a real good time Like the days of Stomping at the Savoy Now we "freak," oh, what a joy
things we've brought to pass The black pyjama'd culture that we tried to kill with pellet holes And rows of tiny coffins we've paid for with our souls Have
I don't have to be the only one But we can still have fun 'til the risin' sun As long as you're with me Baby, don't diss me an' we can get busy I know
playin' (Tonight) The summer fever will catch your body The way we groove to the rhythm (Alright) We're having fun and we just won't stop Summertime brings joy
