Fastball - Whatever Gets You On Lyrics
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Whatever Gets You On
Whatever Gets You On Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Whatever Gets You On By Fastball?
Picked up the paper
Flip through the pages Reach for my coffee cup Yes, I'm still waking up Late in the day now What can I say now? Some folks are morning people I never was one of those [Chorus] All the same I get in the game Give me muddy, muddy water Now I'm feeling better You know whatever gets you on And keeps you up right past the dawn I'm feeling good now I'm feeling great now Let's do the town now Vodka and tonic, a touch of the chronic I'd trade my days for nights I love the city lights None of your business Who I might sleep with Some things are bad for me And some things I just can't resist [Chorus] You know, whatever gets you on And keeps you up right past the dawn I'm feeling good now I'm feeling great now Let's do the town now I'm feeling so free-wheeling But it's so hard to maintain Fascinate me, medicate me Cause I can't get over the pain Picked up the paper Flipped through the pages Coffee and cigarettes Turn on the TV set Night time is falling People are calling I love to watch them run Round and round and round You know, whatever gets you on And keeps you up right past the dawn I'm feeling good now I'm feeling great now Let's do the town now |
Who Wrote Whatever Gets You On By Fastball?
Alfredo Zuniga, Jeff Groves
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What's The Duration Of The Whatever Gets You On By Fastball?The duration of Whatever Gets You On is 6:38 minutes and seconds. |
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