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We'll I'm running out of fuel Yeah I'm rolling on the fumes But I stand, stand the test of time With a millions miles ahead Oh, my batteries are dead But I roll, rolling down the line Now I lose my frown, 'cause it's saturday night The music's loud and everything's alright It's alright, alright to me, it's alright It's true, all you gotta do, is fill my tank with booze And everything will be just fine All you gotta do is fill me up with booze And everything will be alright Now my heart is growing cold And my stories getting old I agree, it's boring being me I am running out of air Used it all and nothing spared But I breathe, breathing gazoline Now I lose my frown, 'cause it's saturday night The music's loud and everything's alright It's alright, it's alright to me, it's alright It's true, all you gotta do, is fill my tank with booze SongtexteAnd everything will be just fine All you gotta do is fill me up with booze And everything will be alright Yeah, but I lose my frown, and it's saturday night The music is gone but everything's fine It's alright, it's alright to me, it's alright It's true, all you gotta do, is fill my tank with booze And everything will be just fine All you gotta do is fill me up with booze And everything will be alright All I ask of you, is fill me up with booze And everything could be, should be, would be alright Aus Songtexte Mania