I don´t have all the answers I don´t pretend to know There´s too many cooks in the kitchen Too many songs on the radio I don´t know what they´re saying
It doesn´t really matter, I ain´t listenin´ This pretty face ain´t going to waste I ride, baby, ride
High baby, high Low, baby, low Take it, don´t leave it Dancing Go, baby, go Go, baby, go Go, baby, go
Now I´m gonna call you ghost rider Ghost ridin´ on, with you in the back I´m gonna call you baby Until you turn around, have a heart attack Now, I´m gonna tell you the future You, me, the creeps and the losers
Your pretty face ain´t goin´ to waste Let´s ride, baby, ride