Conga Line

Hellbent on wasting all my money
 I got nothin' to show for the days I'd labored
 Back breakin', heart attack makin'
 How many laps are they all gonna watch you go?
 All the way 'round
 All the way 'round
 (Oh-oh)
 (Oh-oh)
 Even though my head's in a tailspin
 I keep my hat in the rain
 Heart breakin' all the rules you're makin'
 To keep me away, the odds are gettin' broken
 And slow down, will they? Ain't on my side
 I know that a surer bet's in town
 But they don't spin me right (Oh-oh)
 Like all the kicks out of a conga line (Oh-oh)
 And all the best shit you say to me when we're high (Oh-oh)
 And the buzzards arrive, they keep you tied to the ground (Oh-oh)
 So first take me all the way 'round
 And it hurts a little every day
 But I ain't gonna cut and run
 And any time you wanna try my love
 It's a sure bet ride from the gun
 And all the way 'round
 All the way 'round (Oh-oh)
 Like all the kicks out of a conga line (Oh-oh)
 And all the best shit you say to me when we're high (Oh-oh)
 And the buzzards that keep you tied to the ground (Oh-oh)
 So first take me all the way 'round (Oh-oh)
 Like all the kicks out of a conga line (Oh-oh)
 And all the best shit you say to me when we're high (Oh-oh)
 And the buzzards arrive that keep you tied to the ground (Oh-oh)
 So first take me all the way 'round (Oh-oh)