Yo what's up? This is G-love coming at you live out here from California even though I'm Philly born and bred. And I got my man Jack Johnson in the studio today. We just got out the surf. My man Jack, tell 'em what time it is.
Sweeping the floors, open up the doors, yeah,
Turn on the lights, getting ready for tonight
Nobody's romancing because it's too early for dancing
But here comes the music.
Bright lights flashing to cover up your lack of soul
Many people, so many problems, so many reasons
To buy another round, drink it down
Just another night on the town
With the big man, money man, better than the other man
He got the plan with the million dollar give a damn
When nobody understands he'll become a smaller man
The bright lights keep flashing, the women keep on dancing
With the clowns, yeah, yeah, yeah
They pick me up when i'm down, yeah, yeah,
The rodeo clowns, yeah, yeah, yeah,
They pick me up when i'm down, yeah, yeah,
The disco ball spinning, all the music and the women
The shots of tequila, they'll say that they need ya,
But what they really need is just a little room to breath
Teeny bopping disco queen, she barely understands
Her dreams of bellybutton rings and other kinds of things
Symbolic of change but the thing that is strange
Is that the changes occurred, and now she's just a part of the herd, yeah, yeah, yeah
Man i thought that you heard, yeah, yeah, the changes occurred, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just a part of the herd
Lights out, shut down, late night, wet ground
You walk by look at him, but he can't look at you, yeah,
You might feel pity but he only feels the ground
You understand moods but he only knows let down
By the corner there's another one
Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man, well,
You try to live but he's done trying
Not dead, but definitely dying
With the rest of the clowns, yeah, yeah,
With the rest of the clowns
Sweeping the floors, open up the doors, yeah
Turn on the lights, getting ready for tonight
Nobody's romancing because it's too early for dancing
But here comes the music