1, 2, 3, 4Look at you man, look at the band
Look at the day, don't throw it away
I need a pill and a coffe re-fill
And everything is gonna be alright
I swearLook at your cat and your eighty square flat
Look at your view over Stockholm's Zoo
Maybe I'm wrong but maybe I'm right
'Cause I guess I'm born black and whiteYou know you could be a rock n' roll star
No matter who you are
It's all the same 'cause you're a real dead end
That's what you are
Believe I'm gonna have myself a ball
And I don't care if you don't like
How I act when I'm on top of your wife
I'm going down, I'm running up
I'm walking zig-zag and I'm tripping too much
So hold your fire, I'm coming through
I've gotta kill another bottle of doomNow everybody wanna dance with you
I cannot dance 'cause my boots are stuck with glue
Everybody wanna talk too much
But all I want is youLook at your amount on your credit card account
A billion dollar tour but I just go far
Heads up, legs up, stay-ups, fuck-ups
'Cause everything is gonna be alright, right
Well, I said, right, right, right
That's what you are(Guitar solo)That's what you are
Believe I'm gonna have myself a bomb
And I don't care if you don't like
How I act when I'm on top of your wife
I'm going down, I'm running up
I'm walking zig-zag and I'm tripping too much
So hold you fire, I'm coming through
I've gotta kill another bottle of doomI'm going down, I'm running up
I'm walking zig-zag and I'm tripping too much
So hold your fire, I'm coming through
I've gotta kill another bottle of doomNow everybody wanna dance with you
I cannot dance 'cause my boots are stuck with glue
Everybody wanna talk too much
But all I want is youYeah, all I want is youSo why can't I have you?
