I'm tired of these girly magazines
I want to stop dreamin', and get back home to the real thing
Late last night I read the letter you sent
Woke up this morning, under a tent
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
I'm tired of these girly magazines
I want to stop dreamin', and get back home to the real thing
Late last night I read the letter you sent
Woke up this morning, under a tent
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
My mini bar's empty, but I'm still alive
I'm all alone but my bed's big enough for a party of five
Tossing and turning until a quarter to three
Can't get to sleep without watching TV
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
Oh, it's been weeks since I've seen you
I'm hoping that you mean it
Tell me that you understand
But there's one little thing that I'm worried about
I hope that you remember who I am
I'm the one with the harmonica
Oh, it's been weeks since I've seen you
I'm hoping that you mean it
Tell me that you understand
But there's one little thing that I'm worried about
I hope that you remember who I am
Everybody else is holding hands
I'm here lonely, playing around with my microphone stand
And I'm coming home, only one more week
The first three days we won't get no sleep
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
A whole lotta lovin'
A whole lotta lovin'
We've got a whole lotta lovin'
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I'm tired of these girly magazines
I want to stop dreamin', and get back home to the real thing
Late last night I read the letter you sent
Woke up this morning, under a tent
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
I'm tired of these girly magazines
I want to stop dreamin', and get back home to the real thing
Late last night I read the letter you sent
Woke up this morning, under a tent
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
My mini bar's empty, but I'm still alive
I'm all alone but my bed's big enough for a party of five
Tossing and turning until a quarter to three
Can't get to sleep without watching TV
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
Oh, it's been weeks since I've seen you
I'm hoping that you mean it
Tell me that you understand
But there's one little thing that I'm worried about
I hope that you remember who I am
I'm the one with the harmonica
Oh, it's been weeks since I've seen you
I'm hoping that you mean it
Tell me that you understand
But there's one little thing that I'm worried about
I hope that you remember who I am
Everybody else is holding hands
I'm here lonely, playing around with my microphone stand
And I'm coming home, only one more week
The first three days we won't get no sleep
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
A whole lotta lovin'
A whole lotta lovin'
We've got a whole lotta lovin'
I want to stop dreamin', and get back home to the real thing
Late last night I read the letter you sent
Woke up this morning, under a tent
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
I'm tired of these girly magazines
I want to stop dreamin', and get back home to the real thing
Late last night I read the letter you sent
Woke up this morning, under a tent
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
My mini bar's empty, but I'm still alive
I'm all alone but my bed's big enough for a party of five
Tossing and turning until a quarter to three
Can't get to sleep without watching TV
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
Oh, it's been weeks since I've seen you
I'm hoping that you mean it
Tell me that you understand
But there's one little thing that I'm worried about
I hope that you remember who I am
I'm the one with the harmonica
Oh, it's been weeks since I've seen you
I'm hoping that you mean it
Tell me that you understand
But there's one little thing that I'm worried about
I hope that you remember who I am
Everybody else is holding hands
I'm here lonely, playing around with my microphone stand
And I'm coming home, only one more week
The first three days we won't get no sleep
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
We've got a whole lotta lovin' to do
A whole lotta lovin'
A whole lotta lovin'
We've got a whole lotta lovin'
Writer: HUEY LEWIS, JOHN VICTOR COLLA
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Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.