The Black Keys - Dropout Boogie Lyrics
Wild Child
I'm just a stranger
With a twisted smile and a wandering eye
Your heart is in danger
Come close now, let me tell you a lie
Wild child
You got me running through the turnstile
Baby girl, we better make it worthwhile
You're gonna get my love today, yeah
You are a sweet dream
With a tender heart and beautiful smile
But things aren't what they seem
So I'll let you go and dream for a while
Wild child
You got me coming outta exile
Baby girl, you know I'm liking your style
You're gonna get my love today, yeah
I just wanna hold you at the end of every day
Girl, I wanna please you, oh, I'm needing you to stay
The sun is gonna shine if you would just come out and play
Baby, won't you show me your wild child ways
Wild child
You got me running through the turnstile
Baby girl, we better make it worthwhile
You're gonna get my love today, yeah
Wild child
You got me coming outta exile
Baby girl, you know I'm liking your style
You're gonna get my love today, yeah
Writer: Angelo T. Petraglia, Daniel Quine Auerbach, Gregory J. Cartwright, Patrick James Carney
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
It Aint Over
Money and love ain't no sure thing
You live for a thrill, you die for a dream
And when it comes around
You lay your money down (ooh)
You got a love that's a real longshot
Breakin' the bank for your new weed spot
And she comes around
You lay your money down
No one else for you to blame
But when you play that losing game
It ain't over
So try to ease up, worried mind
Dreams come true from time to time
It ain't over
What are the odds if you let them roll?
Win or lose, it's gonna take your soul
And you can't turn around
Lay your money down
One up your sleeve might get you two in your chest
Hurt in your heart, but they know best
And when she comes around
You lay your money down
No one else for you to blame
But when you play that losing game
It ain't over
So try to ease up, worried mind
Dreams come true from time to time
It ain't over
No one else for you to blame
But when you play that losing game
It ain't over
So try to ease up, worried mind
Dreams come true from time to time
It ain't over
No one else for you to blame
But when you play that losing game
It ain't over
Writer: Daniel Quine Auerbach, Gregory J. Cartwright, Patrick James Carney
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
For the Love of Money
For the love of money
We would do most anything
Anything, for a taste of honey
We would do it all again
All again, yeah
We got tall, tall buildings
We got streets of gold
Cheats and liars, our friends get old
Bright, bright diamonds that shine like shame
Green, green acres and God's good name
For the love of money
We would sell our very souls
Goodness knows
Start acting funny, do anything that we're told
That we're told, yeah
We got fooled with riches, getting fat on lies
Nothing but trouble here in paradise
Deal's in the making, you just name your price
If your soul's for sale, you just name your vice
Don't need to tell you that money can buy you love, love
Once you get money then you'll never have enough, no
For the love of money
We will climb the highest hill
Yes, we will
Turn your back on Buddy
For a greenback dollar bill
Dollar bill, yeah
Love of money
Love of money, yeah
Love of money
Love of money, yeah
Love of money
Love of money, yeah
Writer: Angelo T. Petraglia, Daniel Quine Auerbach, Patrick James Carney
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing.
Your Team Is Looking Good
Hey, hey, over there, your team is lookin' good
Hey, hey, over there, your team is lookin' good
Your team is lookin' good, but not as good as ours
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
You beat everybody, but you won't beat us
Hey, hey, over there, your team is lookin' good
Uh
Uh
Hey, hey, over there, your team is lookin' good
Hey, hey, over there, your team's sure lookin' good
Your team is lookin' good, but not as good as ours
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
You beat everybody, but you won't beat us
Hey, hey, over there, your team is lookin' good
Hey, hey, over there, your team is lookin' good
Hey, hey, over there, your team is lookin' good
Uh, ah
Uh, ah
Writer: Dan Auerbach, Patrick Carney
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Good Love
Good loving is so hard to find
Everybody wanna waste your time
Waste your time, yours and mine
A good love is hard to find
Good loving is so hard to feel
You got nothing 'til you find the real deal
Find the real, there it is
A good love is hard to feel
Don't you rush it, gotta take it slow
You can't listen to the friends you know
'Cause they don't know what you know
But good love is hard to know
Writer: Billy Gibbons, Daniel Quine Auerbach, Patrick James Carney
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
How Long
How long? How long?
How long? How long?
Will you give yourself to another guy
And never give our love another try?
Why?
Keep runnin' that dream all over town
While you keep on kicking me to the ground
Ground
How long? How long?
How long? How long?
Will you keep on pushing me down the road
Thinking I'ma do what just what I'm told?
No
Pat me by just one more time
You're never gonna get this heart of mine
Mine
We've been on this dead-end road
Believe we're ready to explode
And even in our final hours
See the beauty in the dying flowers
How long? How long?
How long? How long?
How long? How long?
How long? How long?
How long? How long?
How long? How long?
Writer: Dan Auerbach, Patrick Carney
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Burn the Damn Thing Down
Way out over the ocean
Deep down under the sea
Way up high to the top of the mountain
And everywhere in between
We've been rolling
We keep on rolling
We've been driving
Day and night
If we make it to your town
We're gonna burn the damn thing down
We been flat-broke busted
Running on our borrowed time
The engine never rusted
'Cause we stay far down the line
We've been rolling
We keep on going
We've been high
Day and night
If we make it to your town
We're gonna burn the damn thing down
Keep on rolling
We keep on going
We've been high
Day and night
If we make it to your town
We're gonna burn the damn thing
Make it to your town
Gonna burn the damn thing down, woo-hoo
Writer: Daniel Quine Auerbach, Patrick James Carney
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Happiness
Wait if you want to
That won't do you no good
You're gonna hate to be the one who
Didn't do it when you could
You got to do the thing you don't want doing
Even if it's going to ruin what you had
If what you had was bad
Say the words you don't want saying
Find the nerve to stop delaying
Happiness, it isn't known to us
Worry is gonna kill you
Don't let it win in the end
Find a lover who can thrill you
Maybe you begin again
You got to do the thing you don't want doing
Even if it's going to ruin what you had
If what you had was bad
Say the words you don't want saying
Find the nerve to stop delaying
Happiness, it isn't known to us
Do the thing you don't want doing
Even if it's going to ruin what you had
If what you had was bad
Say the words you don't want saying
Find the nerve to stop delaying
Happiness, it isn't known to us
Do the thing you don't want doing
Even if it's going to ruin what you had
If what you had was bad
Say the words you don't want saying
Find the nerve to stop delaying
Happiness, it isn't known to us
Writer: Daniel Quine Auerbach, Patrick James Carney
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Baby Im Coming Home
Patiently, you wait for me
To close the tab and hurry home
The streets are paved with broken dreams
And fantasies that we've outgrown
Sadie, I'll be coming home
Baby, save me from the road
Yeah, baby, I'm coming home
I buy the things that make you smile
And send them with a kiss
The road is winding home
And only you know what I've really missed
Sadie, I'll be coming home
Baby, save me from the road
Yeah
Writer: Daniel Quine Auerbach, Gregory J Cartwright, Patrick James Carney
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Didn't I Love You
You may not be believe me, baby
'Cause I didn't always treat you right
Might have deceived you, lady
Maybe I stayed out late at night
But didn't I love you?
Didn't I love you?
Hey, didn't I love you?
I'm sorry I hurt you, honey
I'm just a complicated fool
Down in the dirt, all muddy
I know you know there's no excuse
But didn't I love you?
Didn't I love you?
Hey, didn't I love you?
Didn't I squeeze you, baby?
Didn't I hold you late at night?
Didn't I feed you, lady?
Didn't I make you feel alright?
Didn't I love you?
Didn't I love you?
Didn't I love you?
Hey, ooh
Writer: Daniel Quine Auerbach, Patrick James Carney
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing