| Lyrics: | Yo what's up this is G.love comin' at 'ya live out here from
California even though I'm Philly
born in Bred And i got my man
Jack Johnson in the studio today we just got outta surf
my
man Jack tell 'em what time it is
Sweepin' the floors,
Open up the doors
yeah,
Turn on the lights,
gettin' ready for the night
Nobody's romancin'
'cuz
it's too early for dancin'
but here comes the music
bright lights flashin to cover up your
lack of
so many people
so many problems
so many reasons to buy another
round,
drink it down
just another night on the town
with the big man,
money man
better than the other man
he got the plan with the million dollars give a damn
when nobody
understands,
he'll become a smaller man
the bright lights keep flashin
man the women
keep on dancin
*CHOURUS*
with the clowns yeah yeah yeah
pick me up when
i'm down yeah yeah
the rodeo clowns yeah yeah yeah
pick me up when i'm down yeah
yeah
The disco ball spinnin all the music and the women and the
shots of tequila man
the'll say that they need ya
but what they really need,
is just a little room to
breathe
teeny boppin disco queen she barely understands her dreams
of belly button
rings and other kinds of things
symbolic of change
but the thing that is strange is that
the
changes occoured and now she's just a part of the
herd yeah yeah yeah
man i
thought that you heard yeah yeah
the changes occured yeah yeah yeah
shes part of the herd
yeah yeah
lights out shut down late night wet ground
you walk by, look at him but he
can't look at you yeah
you might fell pity but he only feels the ground because
you
understand moods but he only knows let down
by the coner there's another one,
reachin' out
a hand comin
from a broken man, well,
you try to live,
but he's done tryin,
not
dead but definetly dyin'
with the rest of the clowns yeah yeah
with the rest of the clowns
yeah yeah
Chorus 2x
sweepin the floors, open up the doors yeah
turn on
the lights, gettin ready for the night
nobody's romancin cuz it's too early for dancin, but
here
comes the music |
