Kid Rock - Bawitdaba

Bawitdaba-da bang-da bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie

My name is Kid

And this is for the questions
That don't have any answers
The midnight glancers
And the topless dancers
The gander freaks
Car packed with speakers
The G's with the 40's
And the chicks with beepers
The northern lights
And the southern comfort
And it don't even matter
If their veins are punctured
All the crackheads
The critics, the cynics
And all my heroes
In the methadone clynics

All you bastards in the I.R.S
For the crooked cops
And the cluttered desks
For the shots of jack
The cabs of meth
Half pints of love
And the fifth's of stress
For the hookers all trickin' out in Hollywood
And for my hoods
Of the world misunderstood
I said it's all good
It's all in fun
Now get in the pit
And try love someone

For the time bombs tickin'
And the heads they hang
All the gangs gettin' money
And all the heads they bang-bang
Wild mustangs
The porno flicks
All my homies in the county
In cellblock six
The grits where there ain't enough eggs to cook
For D.B. Cooper
And the money he took
You can look for answers
But that ain't fun
Now get in the pit
And try to love someone

What
Come on

Love Love
And for the hate
And for the peace
War

Come On