It oughta break, break, break your heart
When we touch down on your boulevard
Continental swagger, and bonafide bark
It oughta break your heart
It'll shake, shake you down, down to your heels
When we're all in and rolling, these hundred dollar bills
If you're falling in love let me hold your beer
It'll shake you down
If we make it til the mornin'
If were make it til the mornin'
Its gonna hurt, gonna hurt like hell
When the champagne and candy, are ringing your bell
And we move the party over to the Microtel
It's gonna hurt like hell
You're gonna pine, pine when we leave
Better hold on to something if you know what I mean
Because it's adios to the Big City Machine
We're gonna make a scene
If we make it til the mornin'
If we make it til the mornin'
If it ain't broke we break it
If it ain't took we take it
If it ain't shook we shake it
If it ain't broke you break it
If it ain't drunk you drank it
If it ain't shook you shake it
Shake it
If we make it til the mornin'
If we make it til the mornin'