Nothing Left To Lose de American Hi-Fi

Nothing left to lose
Except you and your baby blues
Check this rhyme
Pancho Villa was a friend of mine
I get fucked up [holla back ya'll]
And I kick it like Jackie Chan
With my kung fu style
I'll get rid of you in a while, yeah

[hey, hey, hey] All the bitches in the back

(chorus)
C'mon, c'mon, get up, get up [whoa]
I know you know it's never forever
C'mon, c'mon, get up, get up [whoa]
You wanna hear I'm sorry, whatever
Now that you're gone
I'm moving on
You wrecked it all
There's nothing left to lose except for you

Hell yeah!

Get my teenage kicks
Pullin' down boards like Rodman
All the lipstick chicks sing
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na
I get fucked up [holla back now ya'll]
And I rock it like Jackson Browne
Let me tell ya right now [what?]
I like stippers better anyhow, yeah

[hey, hey, hey] All the bitches in the back

(chorus)
There's nothing left to lose except for you

(chorus)
Now that you're gone
I'm moving on
You wrecked it all
There's nothing left to lose except for you (3x)