Chorus:
I done laid around and played around this old town too long.
Summer's almost gone; yes, winter's coming on.
Well, I've laid around and played around this old town too long,
And I feel like I've gotta travel on.
Chilly winds will soon begin, and I'll be on my way;
I'll be on my way; yes, I'm goin' alone some day.
Chilly winds will soon begin, and I'll be on my way,
And I feel like I've gotta travel on.
(Chorus)
I wanna see my honey, I wanna see her bad;
Wanna see her bad, wanna see her bad.
Well, I wanna see my honey, I wanna see her bad;
She's the
Freaky If You Got This Far
Freaky, freaky,
if you got this far.
You came a long way,
but you're freaky
and we can do something with you.
If you got this far
you should be freaky,
you should be freaky.
If you got this far
we'll put you in a jar
and sell you
as a freak.
We think you're freaky,
two, two, three.