I got a dollar in my pocket, there ain't a cloud up above
I got a picture in a locket, that says baby I love you
Well if you didn't love me in bold, then fellas don't go looking now
Well here she comes a walking, all that heaven won't allow
Say hey there Mr. Bouncer, now all I wanna do is dance
But I swear I left my wallet, back home in my working pants
Come on Slim, slip me in man, I'll make it up to you somehow
I can't be late, I got a date, with all that heaven won't allow
Rain and storm and dark skies, well now they don't mean a thing
If you got a girl that loves you, and wants to wear your ring
So come on Mr. Trouble, we'll make it through you somehow
Well fellas I feel all the love, now all that heaven won't allow
Rain and storm and dark skies, well now they don't mean a thing
If you got a girl that loves you, and wants to wear your ring
So come on Mr. Trouble, we'll make it through you somehow
Well fellas I feel all the love, now all that heaven won't allow
Now some men wanna die young man, young and gloriously
Get it straight now mister, hey buddy that ain't me
Cause I got something on my mind yeah, that sets me straight and walking proud
And I want all the time, all that heaven won't allow
And I want all the time, all that heaven won't allow