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Yo, what's up? This is G-love coming at you live out here from California
Even though I'm Philly born and bred
And I got my man Jack Johnson in the studio today
We just got out the surf
My man Jack, tell 'em what time it is
Uh, come on
Sweeping the floors, open up the doors, yeah
Turn on the lights, getting ready for tonight
Nobody's romancing 'cause it's too early for dancing
But here comes the music
Bright lights flashing to cover up your lack of soul
Many people, so many problems, so many reasons
To buy another round, drink it down
Just another night on the town
With the big man, money man, better than the other man
He got the plan with the million dollar give a damn
When nobody understands, he'll become a smaller man
The bright lights keep flashing, the women keep on dancing
With the clowns, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pick me up when I'm down, yeah, yeah
The rodeo clowns, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pick me up when I'm down, yeah, yeah
The disco ball spinning, all the music and the women
The shots of tequila, they'll say that they need ya
What they really need is just a little room to breath
Teeny bopping disco queen, she barely understands
Her dreams of bellybutton rings and other kinds of things
Symbolic of change, but the thing that is strange
Is that the changes occurred, and now she's just a part of the herd, yeah, yeah, yeah
Man I thought that you heard, yeah, yeah
The changes occurred, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just a part of the herd, yeah, yeah
Lights out, shut down, late night, wet ground
You walk by look at him, but he can't look at you, yeah
You might feel pity, but he only feels the ground, because I
You understand moods but he only knows let down
By the corner there's another one
Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man, well
You try to live, but he's done trying
Not dead, but definitely dying
With the rest of the clowns, yeah, yeah