Monight - Peter Wolf Crier

I got a rad little pony

She makes me wanna smile

And she makes me wanna stay inside

Just to curl up to her

Lo-lo-Loosen up more

Each day that I’m older

Cause nothing’s so cool

To be insane about shit

Ho ho

That you know

Ho ho

Yea, you know

When out on a Saturday night

The ground was shaking

Found a hold on a tight ass

And rounded up some drinks

The number got out of control

Oh man, we were a mess

Said, «If anyone wants to break their arm

They can stand or just talk shit from their car»

From the car

And when you walk on

I sleep from it

I deflate, and I fall apart

I’m so glad you’re mine

That you’re mine

The day that my ship comes in

I’ll swear my heart to it

I won’t find another bottle to break

On any man’s stand

Any man’s stand

Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo

Thought I was a dream

The steal of the century

The cream of the crop

Thought that I could be like a replacement Beatle

But Ringo’s alive now

I watch what I eat

And put my grind to it

'Cause my heart can’t hold out

For much longer

I sing this for you

For you