Make sure that radios off
Before I turn the key
Threw that old Gibson on the fire
With all them burnt CD’s
Took all the vinyl down to goodwill
No changing how I feel
I know it sounds wrong
Now I hate the Beatles
To hell with the stones
Baby you
Who Jennings Jones
No that passenger side
Can’t the love songs
cry
left high dry
melody that used to be
me
like
Goodbye
I stole that first kiss offa your lips
Under that neon moon
sang Born to Run
Now I can’t run you
Can’t bar jukebox
band won’t stop
Playin’ songs
Now I hate the Beatles
To hell with the stones
Baby you
Who Jennings Jones
No that passenger side
Can’t the love songs
cry
left high dry
melody that used to be
me
like
Goodbye
Can’t to hit that grove
you
No how I try
So I hate the Beatles
To hell with the stones
Baby you
Who Jennings Jones
No that passenger side
Can’t the love songs
cry
left high dry
melody that used to be
me
like
Goodbye
