Can’t Stop Havin’ Fun by Pavas & Lally

The Good Lord didn’t make this face pretty.
Wrinkled and worn from the sun beaten’ down
Spent half my life in half the bars in the City
One foot in the door and my head in the clouds
Their aint nobody that can keep me from comin
This city don’t sleep don’t look too bad in the sun
Their aint nobody that can keep me from lovin’ it
Stop comin ba-ack when I stop havin

Can’t Stop Hav-in Fun
Can’t Stop Havin Fun
Can’t Stop Havin Fun
Can’t Stop Havin Fun
Can’t stop Havin

Sign says No Smokin, Sign says No Smokin Please
Six dollars a token, you gotta be jokin to cross the
Gee-Double-You- B
But we keep comin back, the guitars are packed
Its time to hit the road
The music is thumpin, keep the crowd jumpin
Remember what you were told.

Can’t Stop Havin Fun
Can’t Stop Havin Fun
Can’t Stop Havin Fun

Next stop is Hoboken, Leavin from a thirty-three
Walkin to the whiskey, where the people get frisky
Then we’re headin’ back to the City
This city don’t sleep; don’t look too bad in the sun
Stop comin back when I stop havin’
Can’t Stop Hav-in Fun
Can’t Stop Havin Fun
Can’t Stop Havin Fun
Can’t Stop Havin Fun

(solo)

Now were back on the bus, Headin south on 95
Now were lost in Austin, Sixth street’s fuckin(g) awesome
And I’m feelin’ alive do it one more time
Can’t Stop Havin Fun
Can’t Stop Havin Fun
Can’t Stop Havin Fun
Can’t Stop Havin

I Don’t Know
by Pavas

I-------gotta be courageous. Oh yeah
Someone said I had a job to do, aint no one gonna stop me gonna think of you, Lord!

You-----‘ve gotta stop skippin’ pages, ah yeah
Can’t understand what you've read, when your stuck in the middle don’t skip to the end, No!

Don’t ask me what I’m doin’!
I Don’t Know

I---‘ve got to fly---Got to spread my wings out, Get out on my own to be happy
Don’t ask me what I’m doin!

You say you wanna get out! You say you wanna be free! You say your lookin’ for answers, but
All you’ve done is found me!
Don’t ask me what I’m doin!

High School Girl
by Pavas & Lally

Every day it’s getting harder
To get right next to you
Gotta wait a little longer
Gotta wait till after school
Yeah I’m waiting on my High school girl
Gonna see her this afternoon
Yeah I’m waiting on my High school girl
Gonna make my summer smooth

Every day it’s getting harder
To get up before noon
There ain’t no other way to start her
But I can’t keep on a skippin’ school
So I’m headin’ to my high school girl
Yeah, I’m headin’ to my high school girl
And in my head I hear this tune.

Down the road you make a right and left
Mile later and I’m out of breath
They haven’t seen‘er since yesterday
Asked everybody and that’s what they say
Turned around as I’m about to leave, (to find my babe)
All a sudden then it dawned on me, (I heard em’ say)
Why don’t cha take a good look you fool
Your standin’ in an All Skirt School

Yeah I'm waitin on my high school girl
Waitin on my high school girl
Yeah  waitn on my highschool girl
I need my high school girl
Come on little school girl
I'll carry your books home
Yeah I'm waitin on my high school girl

I Pray You're Feelin' Fine
by Pavas

Enough is enough
You’re playin’ too rough with my mind
Pieced it all together now-a
I pray you’re feelin’ fine
I say you’re lookin’ fine

Can’t get enough of this stuff
I’ve taken too much
It’s high time
To leave it on the table it’s a
Such a fine line
Compared it to love
Just ain’t as tough to make or break mine
Need it all no matter what the cost
Including peace of mind

You took a piece of mine
I pray you’re feelin’ fine

(Chorus)
I pray you're feelin’ fine
I say I’m feelin’ fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine
(Solo)
Enough is enough
You’re playin’ too rough with my mind
Pieced it all together now-a
I pray you’re feelin’ fine
I said you're lookin' fine

I pray you're feelin' fine
I pray you're feelin' fine
I say I'm feelin' fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine

(Bridge)

I pray you're feelin’ fine
I pray you're feelin' fine
I say I’m feelin’ fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine (decrescendo)
(Outro)

Takin' the Long Way (Home) by Pavas

Taking the long way home
Most every night
Walking the back streets to avoid the lights

I can’t wait for tomorrow
So we can be done with today
You know there’s got to be some kind of way
Got to be some kind of way

Don’t say I’ve lost control
Tickle my mind, lose my soul
I’m just tired, get out of this place
If you don’t high step it, gettin’ slugged in the face
I’m just tired, I’m just tired
I’m just tired of feelin’ alone

Chorus
Not worried what I don’t have now
Cause tomorrow I’m comin’ home
Cause tomorrow I’m comin’ home
Cause tomorrow I’m comin’ home, to you, to you-u-u-u

(wailing)

Sweet Little Sister
by Pavas

Sweet little sister, I can hear you whisper as make-believe comes to an end
You cared for me through the years, shared with me your tears
And found in your brother a friend.

Put you down you came right back
With mom’s strength, Dad’s intellect
But we lost our way home, Lost our way…home

Sweet little sister, I can’t help but miss her kind words and her beautiful friends
You shared my dark secrets should’ve stayed just between us
And now we’re just acquaintances

Put you down you came right back
With mom’s strength, Dad’s intellect
But we lost our way home, Lost our way…home

Makin’ Money
by Lally & Pavas

Makin’ money
So my baby has a home
Makin’ money
Otherwise we’re out on our own
Makin’ money
Makin’ money, Lord knows I can’t be alone

Makin’ money
For my baby all day long
Makin’ money
Given time the king will be gone
Makin’ money
Makin’ money
Makin’ money, Lord knows I can’t be alone

Give me two fistfuls
Give me great ol’ green
Even my family baby, even they got to feed
Makin’ money (Makin’ money)
Makin’ money (Makin’ money)
Makin’ money (Makin’ money)
Oh for sure, it’s what drives me drives me wanting more

(Solo)
Makin’ money
So my baby has a home
Makin’ money
Otherwise we’re out on our own
Makin’ money (Makin’ money)
Makin’ money (Makin’ money)
Makin’ money (Makin’ money)
Oh for sure, it’s what drives me drives me wanting more

Makin’ money Give me two fistfuls
Makin’ money Give me great ol’ green
Makin’ money Even my habits baby, even they got a need
Makin’ money Give me two fistfuls
Makin’ money Give me great ol’ green
Makin’ money Nickels, dimes, quarters baby, it’s all the same to me
Makin’ money (Makin’ money)
Makin’ money (Makin’ money)
Makin’ money (Makin’ money)
Oh for sure, it’s what drives me drives me wanting more

Mindin' My Business
by Pavas

Mindin’ my business trying to get a
Long time pushin’ the music try to sing this
Song sounds so much better with you by my side
Decided it can’t last can’t say that I
Can’t say that I lied

Good things yes they come
Bad things know to go
To sleep on my time fat bellied and
Stone-walled roofed up maybe floored
I’m making my minds up going home now I’m
Now that I’m bored

Easier to patch things up then to start a
Knew this wasn’t working all my thanks to
You’d rather trip and sit and stare at the wall
When your done with your bullshit you can give me a
Why even bother at all?

Mindin’ my business
Leave me alone
I’m just mindin’ my business

Mindin’ my business
Leave me alone
I’m just mindin’ my business

Rat Race Loser by Pavas & Lally

Buzz in the morning gets me out of my bed
Get a coffee rush to wake up my head
I’m on my way
To start my day, at any point (at any point)
Along the long the way, just the same as yesterday

Come Monday morning and they bitch at me
They just don’t see the vision seen by me
I’m on my way
To start my day, at any point (at any point)
Along the long the way, just the same as yesterday
Rat Race Loser… Rat Race Loser
Just the same as yesterday
Rat Race Loser… Rat Race Loser
Just the same as yesterday
Rat Race Loser… Rat Race Loser

For Which I Exist
by Lally & Pavas

Let me speak the language
For which I exist
Their aint nobody home
Their aint nothing you’ve missed

Finding a foreclosure
Keeps on creeping up a closer
Aint no drag of mine
Aint gonna, Aint gonna waste my time

Gotta find a way back, Brother
Can’t go under-cover
And if you let your hair hang down
Aint gonna, aint gonna let your guard down

Gotta find a way back home
Sweet home, Sweet home

Gotta find a way back home
Sweet home, Sweet home

Let me speak the language
For which I exist
Their aint nobody home
Their aint nothing you’ve missed

Finding a foreclosure
Keeps on creeping up a closer
Aint no drag of mine
Aint gonna, Aint gonna waste my time

Gotta find a way back, Brother
Can’t go under-cover
And if you let your hair hang down
Aint gonna, aint gonna let your God down

Gotta find a way back home
Sweet home, Sweet home

Gotta find a way back home
Sweet home, Sweet home

Gotta find a way back home
Sweet home, Sweet home

Gotta find a way back home
Sweet home, Sweet home

Gotta find a way back home
Sweet home, Sweet home
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