I'm coming on home to you instead cause they're all too ugly tonight.
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain.
All you gotta do honey is kinda stand in one spot, wiggle around just a little bit.
Y'know, there's nothin' like tearing up a good club now and then.
She didn't mean to be unkind, why she even woke me up to say good-bye.
When they look back on me I want 'em to remember me not for all my wives, although I've had a few, and certainly not for any mansions or high livin' money I made and spent. I want 'em to remember me simply for my music.