Lyrics

I was born on a Tuesday By Friday night, I was dancing in the rain I been looking for a new way But the trouble was I couldn’t remember my name

Hit it while it’s hot, boy Kick it while it’s cold Write another song that you won’t ever hear on the radio

I had a lover on my mind And a guitar in my hand I was thinking about the good times And the bad times I didn’t plan

Hit it while it’s hot, boy Kick it while it’s cold Write another song that you won’t ever hear on the radio

I was sitting on the back porch I was dreaming I was stoned I ain’t one for keeping score So if you have to ask, you can do it on your own

Hit it while it’s hot, boy Kick it while it’s cold Write another song that you won’t ever hear on the radio

I’ve never been on the Billboards I’ve never been in Rolling Stone I’m still here on the back porch And if you have to ask, I’m still doing it on my own

Hit it while it’s hot, boy Kick it while it’s cold Write another song that you won’t ever hear on the radio

Hit it while it’s hot, boy Kick it while it’s cold Write another song that you won’t ever hear on the radio

Hit it while it’s hot, boy Kick it while it’s cold Hit it while it’s hot, boy