Don't, don't, don't Don't you ever mess with BossHoss Don't, don't, don't Don't you ever cross our path You should know We're about to set We're about to set high fire So you should know, know Guess who comes, Here comes BossHoss We got Hank and Frank Good old Russ and Guss When we walk into a bar We don't mean no harm No no There's no stretch to long To bring you a song We're on the trail Of a long, long track Now listen to me baby I don't waste no time 'Couse it's gonna be fine So why don't you croon along Don't, don't, don't Don't you ever mess with us Don't, don't, don't 'Couse we're BossHoss Yeehaw! Round and round Back to the middle and do-si-do Come on now fellows! yeah! what the hell'em God damn son of a gun Hear that sound Gonna jump around Move your ass and raise your hands Come on now boys, grab a girl and whirl araound 'Till the break of dawn Don't, don't, don't Don't be a square and be Don't, don't, don't If you wanna get right If you wanna get right or rough If you can't resist, take the risk, that's exists Yes sir, For the money, for the show, For the goal, for the flow, For the beatup jeans For the moonlight mad(?) We got Russ and Guss Good old Hank and Frank When we walk into a bar We don't mean no harm No, no, it's the time, it's the place To keep goin'on We're on the trail of a long, long track Now listen to me baby I don't waste no time 'Couse it's gonna be fine So why don't you croon along Don't, don't, don't Don't be a square and be Don't, don't, don't 'Cause we're on fire Yeehaw! Round and round Back to the middle and and do-si-do Come on now fellows! yeah! what the hell'em God damn son of a gun Hear that sound Gonna jump around Move your ass and raise your hands Come on now boys, grab a girl and whirl araound 'Till the break of dawn 'Cause we're BossHoss! Yeehaw Round and round Back to the middle and do-si-do Come on now fellows! yeah! what the hell'em God damn son of a gun Hear that sound Gonna jump around Move your ass and raise your hands Come on now boys, grab a girl and whirl araound 'Till the break of dawn Round and round Back to the middle and do-si-do Come on now fellows! yeah! what the hell'em God damn son of a gun Hear that sound Gonna jump around Move your ass and raise your hands Come on now boys, grab a girl and whirl araound 'Till the break of dawn

1972 Daddy drove in over, it was sky blue He worked at a record store after school Call it sympathy for the vinyl () 1972 Turntable in the basement, Major Cool A hippie girl, couple cold beers split in two You got your own rock n roll revival Girl you know they didn't ride So come over tonight () I'm gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I'm gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of static We'll return like a villain on some Dylan while we're killin some booze We're gonna kick it like the kids did in 1972 () So will it just be me and you? Playing air drums with The Who's Keith Moon You know them good ones always die too soon Like Jimmy, Jim and Joplin Yea, kickin back, cutting loose Sippin on Jack, that's what we do It don't matter baby girl cus in a few You're gonna hear heaven a knockin Look out! I'm gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I'm gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of static We'll return like a villain on some Dylan while we're killin some booze Well let's kick it like the kids did in 1972 Yea, we're gonna kick it like the kids did in 1972

City of angels, city of stars Well, she shine brightest on that stone boulevard She introduced me to Jackson Brown Convertible rode me all over that town Oh, my LAX She always carried a Polaroid camera She always had that cold act glamour Well, she moved out there to chase her dream To be an actress on that silver screen Oh, my LAX Well, dear seventies ---- Please hold tight to my California honey Make her famous with lots of money And tell her I wish her all the best Oh, my LAX Night trampoline and marijuana I close my eyes and I can smell it on her Bored in a plan back to Tennessee I wonder if she's ever gonna think about me Well, dear palm trees and palm readers Tattoo artist and make believers Please tell her next time you see her That I sure wish her all the best Oh, my LAX Oh, my LAX