I get up each mornin' I get down at night Get down with your bad self, boy, And make us feel alright Alright, like peaches and cream Alright, I like livin' the dream I sold drugs in Shreveport And in Lafayette; All I need's a tank of gas And menthol cigarettes And, yes, it's peaches and cream, And, yes, I'm livin' the dream Now I've...Learn More

High school weren’t that bad Some of it was fun The jazz band got to swing, yeah The track team got to run But all that’s in the past And summer’s come and gone It’s off to college now You simply must move on Gotta move on to another kinda time and space Gotta move on in the ever running human race Gotta move on, on the whistle blower starts to...Learn More