Till the end of time Oh yes, we'll keep on trying We'll just keep on trying One two three three four While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land While there's a wind and the stars and the rainbow

For a boy in Fiddler's Green Oh nothing's changed anyway One, One, two, three, four, one, one, two September seventeen For a girl I know it's Mother's Day Her son has gone alee And that's where he will stay Wind on the weathervane Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean

Y no deje' que otro se pegue Eso e' ahí, bebé Suelta ese miedo, que esa cintura se hizo pa' que baile Si me quiere hablar, que lo dé Si quiere bailar, que coopere Vírate de espalda y modele Attention for launch in three three, two, one

Cause it's always been a matter of trust It's a matter of trust Some love is just a lie of the heart The cold remains of what began with a passionate start One, One, two, one, one, two, three, four And they may not want it to end But it will it's just a question

I got new rules, I count 'em I gotta tell them to myself One, One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, Two, don't let him in You'll have to kick him out again Three Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

I might be the one, one, girl Ooh ooh ooh baby I just wanna be with you-ooh-ooh I don’t care if nobody approve-ooh-ooves Tell me what I got to do to prove tonight That you’re so so beautiful (One, One, two, three, four) Look around, you should be Should be

All together, now we sing in unison This is where you want to see and where you want to be One and two, two, three and four Go through kaleidoscope, I see you there Five and six, so many, then many more This is where you want to be It's where you want to see

One, One, two, three Not only you and me Got one eighty degrees And I'm caught in between Peter, Paul and Mary Gettin' down with 3P Everybody loves me

It goes one for the money, two for the dough All you got is three three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics Game and the snowman, one hundred miles and gunning Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the

You know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me (want me) I know you want me One-two-three-four Uno-do'-tres-cuatro Ella quiere su rumba (¿cómo?) Its Mr. 305 checkin' in for the remix