Youre mama's waiting home for younHer daddy's in his easy chairnKing's on the front stepnHowling at the moonnAnd wondering where you arennCan't give it upnWhen it feels this goodnCant give it upnWhen it feels this goodnI can't give it upnCant give it upnWhen it feels this goodnWhen it feels this goodnnThe music's taking you up and downnAll aroundnThe band's just gettin hotnBut you're wondering where you arenAnd how you're gettin homenAnd baby I, don't carennCan't give it upnWhen it feels this goodnCan't give it upnNo, when it feels this goodnnSo let's get this straightnLast week, I took you to the finest show aroundnThey said it was the main eventnSpent a night in a linenIn the cold rainnWaitin for those front row seatsnAnd all you could do when you got the scenenWas smoke cigarettes and read a magazinennI want to tell you but InCan't give it upnI can't give it upnWhen it feels this goodnI can't give it upnNo, when it feels this goodnFeels too goodnCan't give it upnWhen it feels this goodnWhen it feels this goodnnNow nownDon't ask me because you know I can't give it upnDon't ask me because you know I can't give it upnGive it up