Hey Ho! Rocket Band —
Thrill us forever.
Delilah, dance and play
Let’s be lovers.
Be joyful today.
Never find another.
Hey Ho!
Twirl and sway!
Live and wonder!
Hey Ho! Rocket Band —
Flames fly higher.
Delilah, feel the lust.
Set us on fire.
Yesterday is dust.
Tomorrow’s a pyre.
Hey Ho!
Crack the crust!
Scorch each other!
Hey Ho! Rocket Band —
Pillage and plunder!
Delilah, swing away —
Wilder, wilder!
Tonight’s the day!
Today’s the hour!
Hey Ho!
Let’s be — crazy!
Seize the hunger!
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Categories: Poetry, Selection: 2010 - 2015
jonathan giles 
Keep up the good work. I aspire to write more this year. Here’s my favorite Dwight Yoakam lyric.
If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins If you ever get south of Cincinnati I’ll be yours again She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible And a rose pressed inside the Book of Luke For fourteen years she’d write each day but keep it hidden Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins If you ever get south of Cincinnati I’ll be yours again At a cold gray apartment in Chicago A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin He lies there drunk, but it don’t matter drunk or sober He’ll never read the words that pride won’t let her send If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins If you ever get south of Cincinnati I’ll be yours again Then I’ll be yours again.
J. Alan Hostetter 917-328-1179
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Wow! I am always impressed with Dwight Yoakam. Pretty incredible lyrics.