My my my my my my my Called Baker And now we all stayed all welcome in this closing time I was holding a hand, a hand was holding mine A coat spoke smile smell of smoked whiskey and wine, we fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night.

I walked her home and she took me inside, finishing Doritos and another bottle of wine.

I swear I'm gonna play you and a song I'm right, about a go wake, girl, and a perfect night She played the fiddle in an Irish rhyme But she fell in love with an Englishman Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hands of Baby, I just wanna dance My pretty little boy wake up Na na na na na na na go wake up Na na na na na na go wake up, Na na na na na na na, Bon dégage