My Way

歌詞

Hey, step aside brother, you're blockin' my view. But let me pretend I'm talkin' to you, (Talkin' to you.) 'Cause I'm lookin' at her, an' I like what I see. No, don't turn around, she's lookin' at me. (Lookin' at me.) Yeah, she knows I know, Well, you know: I gotta go before she runs like a fast little filly, She's a five alarm fire, a hot bowl of chilli, An' she's burnin' a hole in this hillbilly. An' I can't let her get away. I gotta say somethin' kinda funny, just a little bit crazy, That'll make her want to think about bein' my baby, 'Cause I know what I want and I ain't waitin' all day, So hey, get outta my way. (Na, na na na, na na na na, na na na na.) I know I drove you here, but, well could you find a ride home? 'Cause I'm a man on a mission, gotta go it alone. (Go it alone.) Here's a ten for a cab, an' you can finish my beer. 'Cause she's into me; I'm into her an' we're outta here. (We're outta here.) Yeah, she knows I know, Well, c'mon, you know: I gotta go before she runs like a fast little filly, She's a five alarm fire, a hot bowl of chilli, An' she's burnin' a hole in this hillbilly. An' I can't let her get away. I gotta say somethin' kinda funny, just a little bit crazy, That'll make her want to think about bein' my baby, 'Cause I know what I want and I ain't waitin' all day, So hey, get outta my... Wait a minute, what's she doin' now? She's puttin' her coat on, Wavin' her keys, lookin' at me: All right, goodnight, gotta go be... ...fore she runs like a fast little filly, She's a five alarm fire, a hot bowl of chilli, An' she's burnin' a hole in this hillbilly. An' I can't let her get away. I gotta say somethin' kinda funny, just a little bit crazy, That'll make her want to think about bein' my baby, 'Cause I know what I want and I ain't waitin' all day, So hey, get outta my way. Ah. Before she runs like a fast little filly, She's a five alarm fire, a hot bowl of chilli, An' she's burnin' a hole in this hillbilly. An' I can't let her get away. I gotta say somethin' kinda funny, just a little bit crazy, That'll make her want to think about bein' my baby, 'Cause I know what I want and I ain't waitin' all day, So hey, get outta my way. (Before she runs like a fast little filly,) (She's a five alarm fire, a hot bowl of chilli,) (An' she's burnin' a hole in this hillbilly.) An' I can't let her get away.