I was courting a Southern belle.
Her daddy was a rich 'un, too.
Sports car outside her door,
she was pretty good looking, too.
You call me up, want me to come over
when the servants are all in bed.
And she said,
"Daddy's on a flight tonight.
Does that put any ideas in your head?"
I say to her:
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Take it all the way.
Can you really take it all the way down?
Can you really take it all the way down, down, down?
Down, down, down.