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HEY, KIDS -- LET'S SING ALONG!

Anthem
© 2003 Lyrics: Merrick; Music: Denniston/Merrick

We start the show with a badass song
Want you all to bang your heads along
We'll kick it hard, we'll kick it fast
Got 30 minutes to kick your ass
We got the Marshalls, got the bass
You're rockin with Donn, Tom, and Dres
And me, I'm not conceited, but
I'm Robert Plant with a gut

Rock on! Rock hard! Rock loud! Rock proud!

Stick your hands up in the air
Wave 'em round like you just don't care
Grab a partner, grab a beer
Grab the ass of somebody near
Roll down your windows and sing along
This is a textbook driving song
Doesn't matter if you don't have wheels
We sound like horsepower feels

Been a long time, been a long time, been a long time since I rock n rolled
Back in black, I hit the sack, been so long now it's good to be back
Went to the doctor, gave me some cure, now I think I got it some more
Here I am, here I am, rock you like a freaking hurricane

One more verse and off we go
On with the rockin' on with the show
Won't stop 'til we're out of songs
Rock with the 'Daddy and you can't go wrong
Forget nu metal, forget the rap
Forget the bubblegum Britney crap
Talk to us later, you'll thank us then
For making rock n' roll rock again

Things I'm Not
© 2003 Lyrics: Merrick; Music: Denniston/Merrick

Fresh…and funny
Studly…and hung
Phat in the really cool "PH" way
Writer of songs that beg to be sung

These are the things I'm not These are the things I'll never be
Much as I try to shake things up I can't change my personality

Loaded…with talent
Inciter…of lust
Lighter of rooms with my winning smile
F…f…f…f…fabulous

These are the things I'm not These are the things I'll never be
Much as I try to change my ways ... poster child for ordinary

Am I cool? Am I keen? Am I nifty? Am I clean? Am I handsome?
Am I a charmer? Am I rugged?
Am I a farmer? Am I kickin'? Am I dope? Am I bitchin? Am I the Pope?
Nope!

These are the things I'm not, These are the things I'll never be
Much as I try to change my ways, I can't change my personality
poster child for ordinary, destined for mediocrity,
I'll never fit in in Miami cause I'm me.

Jetta
© 2003 Lyrics: Merrick; Music: Denniston/Merrick

There's something in the stars, the shine of the moon
The wind blowin thru your hair, so nice and fair, your lips thick maroon
I could look for years, and I'd never find
Another girl like you, so cute, with habits I don't really mind

So in my Jetta, I'm gonna tell ya The feeling that I feel is bliss
In my VW, I'm gonna love ya, and it starts with a night like this A night like this

Is it the way you smell? Is it the way you are?
Is it the way you close your eyes and sing along to AC/DC in my car?
In the dashboard light you kinda look like Cher
And I'm kinda like Sonny only taller only cooler and we're still a pair

And in my Jetta, I feel betta I'm gonna getta kiss
In my VW, I'm gonna love ya, and it starts with a night like this A night like this

My Jetta's my baby and she really makes me drool
But that's nothin' compared to the way I feel 'bout you
Together we'll go places the three of us have never been
Life's betta in my Jetta let's take her for a little spin…Here we go

The world is flying by, no idea of time
You and me belong together forever and ever like Coronas and lime
So let's never stop, let's never slow
Let's stock up on Cokes and Skittles and kisses and off we go

Cause in my Jetta, it's like I said-a This moment I don't wanna miss
In my VW, I'm gonna love ya, and it starts with a night like this a night like this

Still in Love, Not in Like
© 2003 Lyrics: Merrick; Music: Denniston/Merrick

Lying on my back, staring at the ceiling
I can't quite describe what I'm feeling I'm thinking 'bout you…
and what you put me through
You promise me this, promise me that I never quite understand where I'm at
I feel confused…used and abused

One day, everything sorta changed
Once sweet, now you're more like deranged
Call me wrong, but this ain't right
Cause I'm still in love, but I'm not in like

I send you flowers, fresh from my yard
Why am I the only one trying so hard I wanna make it work…
but you call me a jerk
I've given my heart, I've given my head I get nothing back,
might as well be dead
Am I so worth hatin'? Or are you just Satan?

One day, everything sorta changed
Once sweet, now you're more like deranged
Call me wrong, but this ain't right
Cause I'm still in love, but I'm not in like

People say I'm crazy, people say I'm dumb
But with the proper medication, baby, you're the one

People Whose Asses I Could Kick
© 2003 Lyrics: Merrick; Music: Denniston/Merrick

I could kick Kid Rock's ass, I could kick it now
His baggy pants, his greasy hair, I'm takin' it all downtown
Don't care if he's sold millions of discs or seen Pam Anderson nude
He ain't all that, I'll shit in his hat...he ain't that tough a dude.

Don't mean to talk with so much sass
But I could kick Kid Rock's ass
Don't mean to talk with so much sass
But I'm gonna kick Kid Rock's ass

I could kick Steve Seagal's butt, I could kick it hard
Used to be tough, used to be cool, now he's a tub of lard
Don't care if he once was Hard to Kill ,did jujitsu on a train
Now he's a whale with a ponytail...it's time for him to feel the pain

Don't mean to talk with so much sass
But I could kick Steven Seagal's ass
Don't mean to talk with so much sass
But I'm gonna kick Steven Seagal's ass

Whose ass I kick is my own biz, there's nothing you can do
And if you got a problem, bro, I'm kickin' your ass too

I could kick Ozzy Osbournes bum, I could kick it easy
His gimpy legs, his shaky hands, his tattoos that are cheesy
Don't care if he's a hit on MTV, his discs have all gone gold
Let's face facts, he's a novelty act...who's 700 frickin' years old

Don't mean to talk with so much sass
But I could kick Ozzy Osbourne's ass
Don't mean to talk with so much sass
But I'm all about kickin' ass

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Where Do I Go From Here?
Lyrics: Merrick; Music: Denniston/Merrick

Well I'm not happy With who I am
Life has trapped me In someone else's plan
Might be circumstance How the cards were dealt
But now it's up to me To ask this of myself

Where do I - I wanna go - from here?
Where do I - I just show up - and reappear?
If I knew that I'd be there Might be anywhere or everywhere
Where do I - I wanna go - from here?

So much history The roots they run deep
But is it livin' If you can do it in your sleep?
It's time to wake up Someplace I've never been
Do what I've never done And ask it all over again:

Where do I - I wanna go - from here?
Where do I - I just show up - and reappear?
If I knew that I'd be there Might be anywhere or everywhere
Where do I - I wanna go - from here?

Here is where I hang my hat, there is where my future's at
Sayonara to the status quo, wherever is the where I'll go

I need directions I need a map
I need to get me to Anywhere but where I'm at
What do I take with me? What do I leave behind?
How many carry-ons do I get? These are the questions on my mind

Where do I - I wanna go - from here?
Where do I - I just show up - and reappear?
If I knew that I'd be there Might be anywhere or everywhere
Where do I - I wanna go - from here?

Bling
Lyrics: Merrick; Music: Denniston/Merrick

Some guys I know are obsessed with looking good
They wear their Sean John, Tommy, too
For a guy like me that's not necessity
Cause I've got the ultimate accessory
She's 5 foot 4, and she looks fine
She makes heads turn and she's mine

I don't need chains, I don't need rings
My girl's more stylin' than all these things
She makes me look good, I do believe
My girl is all the bling I need

Spend all their money on a kickin' ride
Mitsu's slung low, and good to go
I'm rollin' old-skool in my rusty Chevelle
Never seems to matter that it looks like hell
Got an angel riding shotgun next to me
That's all anyone ever needs to see

I don't need chains, I don't need rings
My girl's more stylin' than all these things
She makes me look good, I do believe
My girl is all the bling I need

Eyes shine like diamonds from Tiffany
Skin like Vuitton, soft and buttery
Lips put Versace velvet to shame
One look puts a playa off his game

My hair ain't messy, it's the latest look
My clothes aren't old, they're retro chic
Everything changes when she's with me
Ergo I'm hot stuff consequently
Hard to believe she's my better half
But here's the thing - I make her laugh

Heartbeat
Lyrics: Merrick; Music: Denniston/Merrick

Feel my heartbeat Feel my heartbeat
Feel my heartbeat Just remember to give it back

Opened my heart the other day to tell you how I feel
Poured it out onto my sleeve, you could tell my words were real
You listened hard, you listened long as I laid it on the line
Said you had a little thinking to do, before you'd say you're mine

Feel my heartbeat, feel my heartbeat, feel my heartbeat

Next thing I know you're showing it off, to all your so-called "friends"
Tossing it 'round like a hacky sack, the laughter never ends
What do they have to do with me and you, why do they even care?
My heart is there for you to hold, not your bitchy friends to share

Feel my heartbeat, feel my heartbeat, feel my heartbeat
Just remember to give it back (2X)

Showed your Mom, showed your Dad, even showed your little bro
Woulda kept my heart to my own damn self, if only I had known
Is this my rap for being a sap - a romantic born and bred?
Might as well throw my heart in the trash, cause I'm already dead

Feel my heartbeat, feel my heartbeat, feel my heartbeat