Riding along in my automobile My baby beside me at the wheel I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile My curiosity runnin' wild Cruisin' and playin' the radio With no particular place to go Riding along in my automobile I was anxious to tell her the way I feel So I told her softly and sincere And she leaned and whispered in my ear Cuddlin' more and drivin' slow With no particular place to go No particular place to go So we parked way out on the Kokomo The night was young and the moon was gold So we both decided to take a stroll Can you imagine the way I felt? I couldn't unfasten her safety belt Ridin' along in my calaboose Still trying to get her belt a-loose All the way home, I held a grudge For the safety belt that wouldn't budge Cruisin' and playin' the radio With no particular place to go

Riding along in my automobile Den dricker 3,5 per mil Men vad gjorde de när hon var med En goding som hon här strax breve En natt med stjärnor och bara vi två Och No particular place to go Riding along in my automobile Jag tänkte jag kör min gamla stil Så ja la armen bakom hennes rygg Hon sa att hon kände sig väldigt trygg Och cabben var nere och radio på Och No particular place to go No particular place to go Så efter en stund jag sa som så Att eftersom kvällen är varm och skön Så kan vi väl dra ut till kärleks-ön Men när vi parkerat i en hast Då satt hon med säkerhetsbältet fast Riding along in my Chevrolet Och säkerhetsbältet det hänger med Försökte länge och knäppa upp Men det jäkla snöret, det satt stopp Och klockan den är bara kvart i två Och No particular place to go

Every day I'm waking up Feeling happy fresh as fuck My deppresion hitting back But my life is like on crack Every ounce, I'm taking that You know there's no turning back Running round loosing track Sometimes it's so hard to ask Sometimes life is more fun When it's bad When you're sad And you know where to go When the people that you know Aren't fun And you're done You should runaway from home I don't know Maybe Rome Whats the safest place to go? Friends are going back and forth That's why you should head north No regret don't look back Every moment enjoy that In the night don't be sad Loved one is right on yo bed Forehead kisses says he misses few more Kisses from his mistress Sometimes life is more fun When it's bad When you're sad And you know where to go When the people that you know Aren't fun And you're done You should runaway from home I dont' know Maybe Rome Whats the safest place to go? (Na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na) (Aaaaaaaa) (Aaaaaaaa) Sometimes life is more fun When it's bad When you're sad And you know where to go When the people that you know Aren't fun And you're done You should runaway from home I don't know Maybe Rome Whats the safest place to go? (Na na na na na na) (Na na na na na na)

There's a place not too far away from here Out with the cows and the Lone Star beer Where the livin' and lovin' is quite all right with me Well, they call it Texas, and it's a mighty fine place to be Runs from Texarkana to El Paso And Oklahoma down to old Mexico And there's Houston, Dallas, Austin and San Antone People in Texas sure do make you feel at home They just want everybody to leave them alone While they drink their whiskey and roll their own And they like their music with a little bit of southern sound Kick up their heels every evenin' when the sun goes down And you can call them country, and they don't care And if you don't like the way they wear their hair You can take you like and shove 'em on up the line People in Texas don't care if the sun don't shine

Daniels You can dance around if you want to But there's some thing a man don't wanna do And if you see him comin' walkin' down the street You better jump right Outta his way Everyone knows it's a street skit Every time he comes to town Coz he's got somethin' in his left hip The blues down walk around Funky-junky Funky-junky He's on Missouri Boulevard About a half o' mile south of the graveyard Better run an leap through funky old dirt Go one don't find no shame This old muskrat barbeque And a sweetness on the railroad track He's gotta tiger in his living room He gotta monkey on his back Funky-junky Funky-junky