it’s a hip hoppin –

wanna hit the ramps

off the charts –

in a jingle,

wanna be a single,

in this die hard world,

to stoke up the fireplace,

in a runnin be romantic –

that can well be sure

lovers will be coming here,

where old habits

of love’s burning old moon,

is a deep hot blooded –

remember we have gathered

to make the rounds

upon the stompin grounds,

in a sing along song

down a dusty road

with pop cruisin into country.