LYRIC



Runnin’ outta quarters
Listenin’ to your shit
Yeah you think that I still care
But man, I’m over it.
Runnin’ outta patience
With you lyin’ to my face.
Wednesday’s no, Thursday’s yes,
And Friday’s just a waste.

Oooo…when ya gonna run outta things to say?
Oooo…I think you better find yourself another way.

Play me your Jukebox Jive
Go on, play your Jukebox Jive
Play your Jukebox Jive
Go on, play your Jukebox Jive
Ya had me buried alive before ya tried to revive me with your Jukebox Jive.

Hey baby, don’tcha worry
I’m on to your jive
A swing and a miss
Cause I can resist your four for a dollar lies.
Whatcha gonna do when you get that I’m over you?
Wednesday’s mad, Thursday’s sad,
And Friday cries the blues.

Oooo…when ya gonna run outta things to say?
Oooo…what’s your next line gonna be today?

Play me your Jukebox Jive
Go on, play your Jukebox Jive
Play your Jukebox Jive
Go on, play your Jukebox Jive
Ya had me buried alive before ya tried to revive me with your Jukebox Jive.

(guitar solo)

Play your Jukebox Jive
Go on, play your Jukebox Jive
Play your Jukebox Jive
Go on, play your Jukebox Jive
Ya had me buried alive before ya tried to revive me with your Jukebox Jive.

Ya had me buried alive before ya tried to revive me with your Jukebox J-J-Jive.

Ya had me buried alive before ya tried to revive me with your Jukebox Jive.

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