Come On Come On Come On
Cheap Trick
CHORUS
Come on come on come on little baby
Down down down with me
Come on come on come on little baby
Down down down with me
Don't just sit there with your head in your hands
Waiting for the skies to fall
You're not in sync with the boys in the band
Get up, get up, get on the ball
No more sad songs, no more cares
No more mouths to feed
No more Epic tales to share
No more dirty d-d-d-d-deeds
CHORUS
No more time and no excuse
Get up on your feet
Temperature's high, 98 degrees
Let's get back to the street, boys
Don't just sit there with your head in your hands
Waiting for the skies to fall
You're not in sync with the boys in the band
Get up, get up, get on the ball
CHORUS
