Texty písní A Rocket to the Moon

A Rocket to the Moon

You're My Song

I grew up on the Beatles

And you were raised on the Stones

You're a little bit country, yeah

And I play rock and roll

The first time that I saw you

I remembered every word you said

Now you're stuck like a melody playing over in my head

That I don't want to forget

'Cause you're my song

My sweet home Alabama

I can sing you all night long

You're my red red wine

Learning to fly

'Cause you're my song

You're my song

I'll be your good vibration

You'll be my Penny Lane

Don't need a radio station

To dance with Mary Jane

'Cause you're my song

My sweet home Alabama

I can sing you all night long

You're my red red wine

Learning to fly

'Cause you're my song

You're my song

Just want to hear you talk

So turn the stereo off

I want to turn you on

'Cause you're my song

My sweet home Alabama

I can sing you all night long

You're my red red wine

Learning to fly

Baby we were born to run

'Cause you're my song

You're my song

You're my song

You're my song